A guide to self-rescue for animals in hell

This time I came back to Japan to contact the conjurer, and it was only a incidental purpose. It would be too exaggerated to say that it is urgent and must be accomplished.

Sawada Tsunayoshi has seen this incident with his own eyes.He can probably guess how to deal with the follow-up, he still speaks softly.

But combined with the bad memories of being held on the head to handle official duties, such gazes subtly showed some sympathy: "Well, after Miss Haruko wakes up, we will contact again here."

"However, I still want to thank you for your help." Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on Liudao Mukui who was standing far away from both of them. , he felt a similar breath again.

The words that Liu Dao Mu said hello when he saw him for the first time can also be proved from the side, at least in helping to disguise himself as him, this person helped a lot.

His current tone is a bit more serious than before, and Tsunayoshi Sawada tilted his head, as if to understand a message he just received: "Mr. Gojo, you really like Ms. Haruko."

Gojo Satoru, who didn't expect to get such a reply, was taken aback for a moment.But soon he also showed a smile along with the smile on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face.

"Yes, I like it very much."

There is nothing further to talk about here.

Just as Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to say goodbye, Gojo Satoru took a step ahead of him with super-powerful action: "I have to go to other places to see the situation, so I will leave first."

When he said this, he paused, and the corners of his lips that had been flattened slightly turned up again: "By the way, for the sake of today's rather pleasant meeting, I will help you to say something nice when Haruko wakes up." .”

Seeing Wujo Satoru's back going straight away, Gujiji Hayato raised his hand and rubbed the brows that had just frowned tightly: "Miss Haruko, no matter how you say it, she doesn't look like a guy whose judgment will be influenced by a lover."

"Hey, Mr. Gojo is probably just joking." Takeshi Yamamoto smiled heartily, "But it doesn't matter if it's a joke or not. Let's go."

He put one hand on Sawada Tsunayoshi's left shoulder, and the other party turned his head in confusion: "Gang, didn't you say you were going to eat at the sushi restaurant my father introduced, but you came here to do something halfway, and now Go back and have a look?"

The main streets of Shibuya were almost turned around by them, and now the Magic Society has almost taken over all the affairs here, and it is true that they have nothing to do.

"Let's go..." Tsunayoshi Sawada raised a smiling face and nodded, "Didn't Rambo say that he would come too? Let's wait for him there."

On the other side, Gojo Wu walked around and found nothing. He threw a curse master he caught to the people of the magic society, and it was considered as the end of the inspection.

He went straight back to the temporary infirmary, and there was a considerable number of long queues outside—after all, there are very few ordinary people who can escape curse spirits, curse masters, and those strengthened monsters by themselves, and almost everyone in the queue There are wounds of different depths and sizes.

At this time, the people seemed to have recovered from the excessive fear and shock. There were enough auxiliary supervisors left on the scene, but they were still noisy and huddled together. It was because he was afraid that there was something special about his wound, and if someone would come forward to help clean it up for free, naturally no one would be willing to let go of this opportunity.

It stands to reason that the situation has gotten out of control to this point, and it is time to come up with a set of rhetoric to deal with these ordinary people.

It's just that the signal has not been fully restored for the time being, and it may take some time for the results negotiated by the Spell Club to be fully transmitted.

Gojo Satoru almost guessed what the rhetoric that group of people would say would look like without even thinking about it, he even guessed the template-like clichés clearly.

Although the exposure was a bit thorough this time, fortunately, what ordinary people saw were monsters transformed by the stitched-face curse spirit, not the curse spirit itself, so there was still room for any arguments.

"Hey, doesn't that man look ordinary?" There were vaguely audible whispers from the crowd, Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows and looked over there.

The two men wearing simple and worn-out jackets obviously received the gaze cast by Gojo Satoru, and they were a bit shorter due to the oppressive aura of their height.

But they saw the respectful attitude of the assistant supervisors towards Gojo Satoru, so they bit the bullet and continued, "Hey, let me tell you, you must know something inside, right?"

"Maybe it's one of the high-level personnel."

"Wouldn't it be someone who was sent to clean up the mess?"

As soon as the two of them said this, the people who had seen the auxiliary supervisors had been unwilling to tell the truth, and had accumulated and hadn't exploded all of a sudden boiled over.

The crowd surged towards Gojo Satoru, but it was just a group of ordinary people, and it was so easy for Gojo Satoru to avoid them from getting close.

He simply jumped to the roof of the single-storey bungalow at the side with ease, looking at the people below who were annoyed and wanted him to give an explanation.

Through a layer of blindfolds, Gojo Satoru could still clearly see the expressions on the faces of everyone below. These wounded people all came from the station behind him.

Some of them may have lives that Haruko snatched from the monster's mouth. Judging from the expressions of some people inside, it seems that there are people who recognize his face, and they showed a look of resentment.

But still nothing was said.

However, Gojo Satoru never expected too much, as long as he could not bear it, it was enough for most conjurers.

The existence of curse spirits cannot be opened to ordinary people. Let alone the negative emotions that human beings generate every day, this thing cannot be cleaned up at all.

Furthermore, if it is opened to the outside world, the already scarce number of conjurers will be entangled by people who come to them by various means. In addition, there are many obvious disadvantages.

It may not be a bad thing to walk forever in the dark, at least the eyes will not be burned by the sharp light.

He closed his eyes, only to open them again after a breath, as if such an insignificant movement was just to cover up the indifference in his eyes just now.

The bottom has been gradually surrounded by crowds, leaving only scattered people sticking in the queue.

"To all of you who are currently in Shibuya, good evening everyone..."

The huge LED projection screen at the station was obviously used as a public announcement, probably because the crowd’s emotions were at a critical point at this time. The question marks this time were not lengthy at all, but cut to the point very quickly. .

Gojo Satoru propped his face sideways, and yawned boredly, this time the rhetoric was taken out and used several times before I don't know how long ago, it was really tried and tested.

None of the curse spirits and curse masters who are supposed to carry this pot are existences that can be revealed to ordinary people, and the curse society can only pinch a villain, and then issue a death penalty notice in a decent manner. It also temporarily calmed the mood of the crowd.

The voice below changed from noisy boiling to dense whispering.

Blocked by so many of them, they all thought that Gojo Satoru should not dare to take any action.

After all, others have climbed directly to the roof, which is a sign of weakness in their eyes, how could they dare to come down and confront so many of them?

As soon as this announcement came out, the original aggressive voice seemed to be much quieter.But almost all the injured people who escaped here have seen Haruko's appearance when she fought against the curse spirit.Although what they really saw in their eyes was only the battle with the modified monster.

From arriving too early, to saving people so well that they became abnormal in the eyes of the rescued, even if the situation has eased.

However, Gojo Satoru was still a good questioner who could be sure and was right in front of him, and naturally he would not be easily let go by those who had just narrowly escaped death.

It couldn't be easier for him to get out, as long as he climbed over the roof and turned several lanes—or moved to a building with a higher position and a wider view.

But Gojo Satoru still continues to squat here for no reason.Although he himself knew what kind of choices people would make under unknown circumstances, he didn't have any expectations at all.

It's a good response not to think of them as monsters with strange spells.What's more, there is such an unbearable beauty in comparison.

Haruko's coma gave him a flash of inspiration just now. What if there is any unexpected speech in this situation?

Perhaps it can be said to Haruko, so that her mentally and physically exhausted state after dealing with a big battle will also improve a little bit.

However, this was destined to be a failure to collect materials. Wujo Satoru moved his gaze a little further, and saw the auxiliary supervisor embarrassingly persuading the surrounding crowd at a glance.

Although he is not of the combat department, but the assistant supervisor who has been going out with him all year round on missions is knowledgeable, and it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people. Seeing that soft methods are not enough, the troublemakers are getting more and more rampant, and they are planning to beat them up in a covert manner Halo, I saw Gojo Satoru jumping off the roof.

The avoiding crowd forcibly opened up a path for him, and Gojo Wu bent his lips and walked to the side of the troublemaker. In just a split second, he teleported to the ground 20 meters away.And that person just passed out on the ground, unconscious.

The ordinary people around looked at him suspiciously, but with their eyesight, even if they had doubts, they couldn't capture the picture of Wujo Satoru's hands at all.

The corners of Wujo Wutiao's lips drooped. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, everyone seemed to be able to interpret a temperament called grievance from him at that moment.

"Really, why is this person so careless." Gojo Satoru picked up the man who looked like an adult from the ground with one hand, and threw it heavily at the door of the temporary infirmary like throwing a sandbag.

The people who were still queuing up here just now have been properly dealt with, and now the door is empty, forming an ironic contrast with the crowd over there who hesitated to move.

But after there is the first person to take a step, it is not so difficult for the rest of the people to keep up one by one, and slowly the team becomes a long queue again.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall with his arms folded, staring at the long line, which was cut by half. The LED electronic screens in various places began to play the same set of rhetoric in a loop, and new words appeared from time to time as patches.

When there is only one choice for a reasonable explanation, the choice loses its own meaning and rights, and the only answer is determined.