A guide to self-rescue for animals in hell

Haruko didn't know the outcome after that.

After watching the "wonderful performance" of Tokyo High School, she was ready to say goodbye and leave.

Before leaving, she still untied the white cloth strip tied in front of her eyes, and stuffed it lightly and unobtrusively into Gojo Satoru's hand: "See you on August 8th, remember to take it with you on that day."

Although the waiting time often makes people feel extremely long, even a small sailboat slowly sailing forward on the sea will reach the shore one day.

A week passed quickly, August 8th, the day of the Obon Festival.

Gojo Satoru waited until the afternoon, and the white cloth he brought with him showed signs of getting slightly hot.

Within the range of his vision, the white cloth suddenly extended infinitely far away, as if guiding him to a certain place.

Although Haruko had known for a long time that his background was unusual, he was now on a bustling street, and countless people passed by the white cloth, all passing straight through without showing the slightest abnormality.

It is really more and more curious to have the background of such means.

He had set aside today's time specially for this invitation.Now that there is movement, it is natural to follow up and investigate.

The destination guided by the white cloth seemed to be on a barren mountain, and Gojo Satoru didn't take much time to follow.

This place is remote, and it can almost be said to be deserted on weekdays.

I saw that the white cloth seemed to have wisdom. Most of the paths along its direction were relatively flat, and there were no messy obstacles blocking the way.

Gojo Satoru's footsteps were not slow at all, and it took only a few minutes to find the end of the white cloth.

It seemed that after fulfilling its mission, it returned to its original size and fell back into Gojo Satoru's hands.

In front of him was an open space that seemed to have been deliberately opened up by humans. There was an abandoned well in the center of the brownish-yellow land, and the person who invited him here was leaning against the side of the well with his eyes closed.

The long black hair was spread in a mess on the grass, and the owner had already noticed his arrival.

"Good afternoon..." Haruko opened her eyes, and her left hand, which was closer, pointed to the dark well where the bottom could not be seen at a glance.

Gojo Satoru was no more than two steps away from her at this time, and looked down.

However, the power of Six Eyes has not reached the point where it can cross the boundary between the world and hell after all. He can only vaguely perceive something different in this well, but he can't tell the specifics.

"Well, although it might be a bit strange to say that... let's jump down." Haruko patted the edge of the wellhead made of stone bricks behind her and gestured.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, and met Haruko's eyes through the sunglasses.

Haruko realized the strange misunderstanding her wording would cause, coughed lowly, and explained again: "I'm not wrong, if you go to my house, you will indeed jump off."

What kind of family background does this have to have such an entrance?

The side of the well is covered with moss and all kinds of unnamed weeds. The only thing that is clean is the circle at the top of the wellhead, which is smooth and has a pattern that seems to be slowly smoothed when someone climbs out of it. that kind of trace.

The observation only took a few seconds. After Gojo Satoru realized it, he followed Haruko's words and jumped into the well.

According to inertia and the depth of ordinary wells, he should land on the ground soon.But the touch of "down-to-earth" has not come yet.

There was endless darkness in front of him, but such darkness did not last long.

"Hold me, I'm by your side, nothing will happen."

It was Haruko's voice.

He also said similar words when he first opened up the domain in front of Haruko. In just over a year, the roles of the two of them had such a clever exchange.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his right hand, and the other party held his index finger and middle finger cautiously.

Then, Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, which lasted for about a second, and everything returned to calm again.

"Okay..." Haruko finished with a relaxed tone, and let go of Gojo Satoru's fingers.

Gojo Satoru slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a large expanse of orange-red smudged sky.

There didn't seem to be any vegetation here, as far as the eye could see, it was the uneven light blue ground just like his feet.

"Should I say something at this time?" Compared with the unnaturalness of revealing more details about herself, Haruko actually looked forward to Gojo Satoru's reaction. She cleared her throat and said in a clear voice, "Welcome to hell."

She didn't ask for the cloth belt she used to tie in front of her eyes, and those black eyes that flew up and up looked straight at Gojo Satoru without any concealment, expressing her expectations frankly, even the corner of her lips Unknowingly, he put on a playful smile.

With satisfaction, Haruko caught a moment of clearly visible astonishment on Gojo Satoru's face.

Everything that Haruko said just now was clearly pronounced, and there was no intentional ambiguity or typo. Wujo Satoru knew every word that was taken apart, but when put together...

Gojo Satoru raised his head, covered his eyes with his right hand, and wiped down vigorously, pulling himself out of his messy thoughts.

Really, I didn't expect that the answer I've been struggling with for more than a year is actually this.

Hell, hell, it can only be said that this was completely unexpected.But if you can compare the general impression of hell with Haruko's performance in various incidents over the past year, it seems reasonable.

From the start, this option was too outlandish and unthinkable.In other words, Gojo Satoru hadn't thought about that at all.

However, the spiritual power that is highly similar to but incompatible with spells, the endless stream of convenient spells, and the spells use countless connections that cannot be found in their origins, and they can "resurrect" after the body falls into a "dead state". ability……

Originally, the logic that one link is closely connected with another link has finally buckled the missing last link at this time.

Although Gojo Satoru knew very little about this link, and it wasn't perfect, but it was finally hooked.

He chuckled suddenly, not only relieved to solve the puzzle once, but also self-deprecating at himself who had made so many wild guesses before.

However, hell...

Haruko had been standing next to Gojo Satoru, carefully observing his reaction.It's normal for someone to be unable to accept such an answer for a while.Therefore, she patiently did not interrupt Wujo Satoru's thoughts.

When he obviously reacted and looked towards him, Haruko was about to blurt out the basic introduction to hell that he had typed several times in his heart.

"How did Haruko come to hell?" Gojo Satoru would ask such a question, but Haruko didn't expect it.

The demographic composition of hell can be divided into quite a few different categories.But according to the history, it is probably the local residents who were born in hell and grew up in hell, and the dead who came to hell after death.

"I was born in hell..." Haruko finished her answer, then looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to ask any more questions?"

"At present, there are still many unclear points. But if there is a problem, I only think of the one just now."

Gojo Satoru looked towards the front left of the two of them, using the barrier of his sunglasses to hide his emotions.

Most people hate the elusive unknowns in the people close to them, it is always easy to worry about gains and losses.

Gojo Satoru couldn't be more clear about how much he valued Haruko.Otherwise, he would basically not say such things that can be regarded as inquiring about other people's past.

At this time, his sight finally settled on the distance he had just seen.

That place seemed to be the core location. The faint voices and the crowd who were clearly doing something were in stark contrast to the desolation here.

"Further ahead is the "Hell Entrance" Sanzu River, by the way, my house is also near there. "

Haruko led Gojo Satoru to the edge of the Santu River leisurely, and chose a place that was relatively close to stand still without disturbing the busy work of Duoyipo.

She had briefly explained the general situation of hell to Gojo Satoru.

No matter where there are more or less well-known myths about hell, Gojo Satoru looked up at the dense clothes hanging on the dead tree: "Duo Yi Po?"

Her job is to hang the clothes of the deceased on the branches of the big tree beside her, and to see how low the branches are. The more the dead person hangs down, the more sinful they are.

"Yeah. But she's working now, let's visit her later." Haruko motioned Gojo Satoru to look at the bottom of the river, "In fact, many myths and stories circulating in the world have already explained the situation of hell. For example, here are the dead. The Santu River we have to cross, the more sinful the person is, the more ferocious the water will be when we cross the Santu River."

The dead wearing white singlets and triangular headbands of the same color are a landscape along the Sanzu River that can be said to remain unchanged for thousands of years. Although Gojo Satoru accepts the concept of hell psychologically, he is still in a state of seeing everything fresh.So I watched it with great interest for several minutes.

"It always feels very strange." They were not far away, and it was not difficult to see the expressions of the dead struggling forward in the Santu River, "Dead people don't die completely... ..."

"Oh, so, so is Jie." Gojo Satoru's topic suddenly turned 360 degrees, and Haruko's original plan to keep silent and bring her home was curbed again.

"Yes, it's just that I used some special means to stop Jie." Anyway, this is something that will be known sooner or later, Haruko doesn't mind shaking herself out, "He's at home now."

Gojo Satoru looked in the direction Haruko pointed, and there was a two-story house with white walls and red tiles.

Although it is a bit inconsistent to say that such a house appears on the bare river bank.But in terms of tone, it can also be perfectly integrated into the Santu River.

"Wait, live at your house?" Gojo Satoru noticed immediately, but he always knew how to hide his emotions, so that this question sounded like an ordinary question, like a casual question.

Because of this, Haruko didn't take it seriously: "Yes, he doesn't live in my house and has no place to live."

As keen as Haruko, she quickly deduced that Gojo Satoru's mood was not quite right.Immediately, she patted the arms of the people around her, and comforted herself thoughtfully: "In addition to the study, there are five rooms in my house, so there will be no place to live."

During the conversation, they had already reached the door of Haruko's house.

Gojo Satoru looked at a wooden sign hanging on the wall next to the main entrance, with the word Haruko engraved stroke by stroke on it.

"Kagawa is an irrelevant surname."

Little by little experiences in this world are slowly being linked to what she saw and heard after coming to hell. The secrets that Haruko had been hiding deeply are revealed layer by layer like a cocoon. look like.

If all of this was originally in a dark room, now it is like opening the heavy curtains, allowing the sunlight outside to slowly erode every corner of the room, and the shadows can only This fades.

Gojo Satoru likes this feeling.

"Kacha", Haruko took the key and opened the door.

The fairly spacious front yard was immediately clear, not to mention the two-meter-tall snapdragon in the corner on the right, Gojo Satoru's sight slowly fixed on the left.

Xia Youjie held a book in his hand that he didn't know what it was written in, and turned a page with a relaxed expression.

Right now, he is lying on the rocking chair that Haruko placed in the front yard to bask in the sun, and there is a small wooden coffee table on the left, with some snacks and drinks that only Gojo Wujo can’t recognize on it. , should be something special for hell.

Hearing the movement, he said without raising his head, "I'm back. Haruko, your sugar and drink..."

Xia Youjie looked up from the book as if remembering something, and met the two people standing at the main entrance.

He naturally knew that Haruko was going to pick up Wujo Wu, but he didn't realize it just now.

"Long time no see, Wu." Xia Youjie still had a smile on his face, as if this was really just an ordinary reunion after a long absence, not a goodbye after life and death.