Sumire Tohsaka

"Alas--"

The moment Yidichi Jiegao saw that indescribable existence, he almost passed out.

"Mr. Wutiao!"

The people next to them immediately cast unusually dissatisfied gazes at them.Gojo Gojo raised his hand next to his face, made a gesture of "sorry" jokingly, and then slapped Yidizhi hard on the head, making the poor social animal unable to lift his head due to his height advantage.

"Don't show such an expression, Yizhizhi, if you make too much fuss, it will cause panic in the people around you, you don't want to do that, do you?"

Although he said this, Gojo Satoru's tone was still very frivolous, as if he didn't think it was a big problem at all.

Yi Dizhi, who was under his palm, showed an expression that dared not speak out.

'Whose fault do you think this is! '

"Take... if you put down the barrier now..." Poor Yidizhi tried to make a final struggle.

"No way." Gojo Satoru dismissed it casually. He pointed to the invisible miasma gushing out from those people, "The so-called 'imaginary monsters' would not appear if they didn't do this. No way to start?"

"..." But the curse embryo is about to take shape! ! ! !

Yidizhi Jiegao felt that he could no longer breathe. Although most people couldn't see the curse spirit, he couldn't imagine that if someone who could see the curse spirit looked up and saw the magical monster in front of him and screamed ...what will happen next.

His stomach hurts, his stomach... his stomach is going to explode.

"Don't worry, Yizhi." Gojo Satoru raised the picture book in his hand with a smile, "I'm going to ask for an autograph...by the way, I will deal with that thing."

"Don't go by the way!" The innocent social animal felt his stomach shatter.

"But... can she really not see it?"

Gojo Satoru rested his chin on one hand and showed an interested smile.

In his field of vision, black tentacles emerged from that "eye" in an endless stream, as if yearning for a girl, as if courting love, they climbed to her corner of her clothes greedily and profanely, hooking her The strands of hair coiled up like snakes.But the girl's expression is still indifferent, even if the tentacles have licked her eyelashes, there is no trembling in her eyeballs——

"Snapped--"

The white-haired young man stepped forward carelessly at the front of the line, taking pictures of the picture book in front of the girl in a natural manner, completely ignoring the protesting words of others, and showing a bright smile to the girl.

"Long time no see, can you sign me?" He silently read her name, "Xiao Jin (Sumire)."

Directly below the picture book, the poor monster squeezed into a small ball by the magic technique activated by Gojo Satoru let out a shrill and ear-piercing cry in the "infinity" that was enough to crush it.The shattered monsters shed black slime, but even this slime was oppressed by the Infinity, unable to overflow the invisible barrier into reality.It can only be like splashing ink or graffiti, struggling unwillingly and desperately under the book, but no matter how hard it is, it can't break free from this terrible bondage.

To ordinary conjurers, monsters that were terrifying to the point of horror, but in Gojo Satoru's hands, they were just little bugs that couldn't even be called cockroaches.

"Ju, can you still do this..." Yidizhi stared straight, "The simple field was launched within 0.2 seconds, and the curse embryo that had not yet fully hatched was captured instantly, and it was squeezed to the minimum with 'infinity' form and smashed into pieces... there is nothing Mr. Gojo can't do..."

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is nothing more than a strangely dressed unscrupulous young man who suddenly jumped in line and asked for Mr. Asahi Haruka's signature, and his tone of voice was unusually offensive and annoying.The security guard of the bookstore has already walked towards this side quickly, but because of Gojo Satoru's aura that is not a normal person at first glance and his height of 1.9 meters, he dare not approach rashly for a while.

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, the girl's expression was very calm... almost indifferent.

"Where do you want to sign?"

She picked up the black signature pen and said indifferently.

If it was normal, if he directed Gojo Satoru's angry tone, Tohsaka Sumire would have to reply him with a word or two.But in the "Asahi Haruka" mode, her personal desires will be suppressed to the minimum.In other words, she is now just a working machine without emotion.

This made the corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth pull down a little.

"Hint (Wish)?" He finished talking to himself, and then resumed his vigorous JK tone, "Okay—please sign here!"

"Name?" The girl wrote on the open title page like a business, as if she hadn't noticed the poor monster who was still dying under the picture book.

"Give the 'family into the glass'." He happily raised the corner of his mouth, "She is your loyal book fan, if she is not really unable to get away, she will definitely come in person."

Iji Kiyoko, who was on the sidelines, shed tears in the home of the high school of conjuration far away in Tokyo.

It's too bad, Miss Jiarui.There is nothing more entrusted than this.

He took another look at the signed picture book that was taken to take pictures of monsters, and he couldn't imagine how Miss Jiaru felt when she received this thing.

Because I was too busy, I asked Gojo Satoru to come to the signing event to buy autographed books for her, but I was brought back a picture book with pictures of monsters (cockroaches)...Miss Ieiru!It's too bad! ! !

The girl signed her name on the title page expressionlessly, raised her head, missed Gojo Satoru, and stared straight ahead.

"next."

But Gojo Satoru didn't intend to just step aside, he bent down smiling, and suddenly reached out and snapped his fingers next to the girl's ear.

"I forgot to say, your dress today is very beautiful, but it doesn't suit you."

He straightened up lazily, tucked the picture book under his arm, tapped his ears with two fingers together, and showed a bright smile.

"Even if it's a product, readers prefer to see the 'real thing', right?"

Before the security guard could chase him away, he had already turned around, and walked out of the bookstore door in a casual and dignified manner.

Only the pale-faced Sumire Tohsaka was left, froze on the seat, looking at the long queue of people in front of her, feeling suffocation for a long time.

...To actually unravel the hint (Wish) she gave herself?Who is this!

Yiji Jiegao looked at the overwhelmed girl writer with pity, and slipped out of the bookstore without attracting anyone's attention.

"Gojo... Mr. Gojo..." The poor assistant supervisor hurriedly caught up with Gojo Satoru, almost gasping for breath on his knees, "Why on earth are you..."

Why are you running so fast!

"Do you know the magician's theory about 'innocent monsters'?" Gojo Satoru walked leisurely on the street, completely ignoring Yijizhi's complaints all over his face, "It's not just creating things that didn't exist out of thin air, The cognition of others can reflect back on the person himself, and even distort his own existence. Just like Earl Dracula was originally just a warrior, but there are many legends attached to him, and he created the real 'Vampire Dracula'."

"So, so?" Yi Dizhi complained inwardly, could it be that your move just now was for that child? !

"It's for her own good." Gojo Satoru laughed as if he had seen through what Yizhi was thinking, "If she blindly caters to other people's imagination of her, her self-cognition will also change accordingly... Over time, it's like After wearing the mask for a long time, it will be embedded in the flesh, and her soul will be distorted. After all, the so-called words are a curse in themselves."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gojo is such an honest and enthusiastic person... Yidizhi was almost moved to tears.

"Of course, the most important thing is that she looks so boring! I want to see her in a more interesting way!" The bad teacher said with a pleasant smile, "Just think about how Xiao Jin is sitting now. It’s funny to panic on the chair and almost cry!”

"..." Yidizhi almost fell down.

Hopeless!This guy is completely hopeless as a human being! ! !

"But..." Yizhizhi followed Gojo Satoru and stopped in front of an apartment building, "...What are we doing here, Mr. Gojo?"

"Yiji knows that if you are so incompetent, you will die easily?" Gojo Satoru turned around speechlessly.

"what?"

"Think with your brain." He tapped his temples, "Compared with Asahi Haruka, who is a fantasy writer, no matter how you look at it, it is more likely to cause problems on the writer's side of reasoning and horror novels. For example, the Tsuzuki Yingju, because How many readers have killed people for his novels? There is also that real wooden dream man, there are also readers who killed their parents because of his novels, because he wrote curses, so I took a look, that is the truth It's not surprising that I was cursed."

"Hi... huh?" The humble social animal who was too busy to read had a blank face.

"Even those guys who have been infiltrated by the 'reader's curse' don't have 'imaginary monsters' around them. Why did the curse against Asahi Haruka take shape so easily?"

"Ah, this..." Yidizhi really didn't think about this aspect.

"So, think about it, Yizhi." Gojo Satoru patted his head again, "Let's put down the 'trap'."

"Good... good!"

The sky suddenly dimmed, and the "tent" that isolated everything slowly fell down.

Gojo Satoru was alone, walking in this quiet apartment building.

Wisps of miasma, the filth left by the curse, guided his way forward like a spider's thread.Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see it... no, even ordinary conjurers wouldn't be able to see it either.

However, Gojo Satoru could see it.

As he and Sumire Tohsaka said, his eyesight is very good.

At the end of the miasma, stood a woman with a suitcase.She has short black hair like raw silk, and is very thin. When looking at people, she gives people the illusion of a Japanese doll.

"It's so strange." Those gloomy eyes slowly turned to Gojo Satoru's direction, "I should have grasped the future of 'successfully escaped'."

"Unfortunately, the person you met today was me."

Gojo Satoru's gaze rested on her neck wound that hadn't fully healed, and the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly widened.

"Have you eaten the meat of the two monsters, the 'piece' that can be predicted and the 'mermaid' that can live forever?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then... is it your ability to seize the future you want through death?"

Since ancient times, there have been legends that people who eat mermaid meat can live forever.The so-called "piece" is a monster with a human head and a cow's body that can predict the future. It will die the moment the prophecy is spoken, and at the same time, that prophecy will inevitably come true.

And the woman in front of her is doing the opposite, by constantly killing herself, to grab the one she wants among the countless future branches.

"I'm Sakuragawa Rokka." The woman looked at him fixedly, "May I ask, are you...?"

"Sakuragawa...is it the disgusting experiment of the Sakuragawa family? In order to obtain the power of the prophesied monster 'piece', let the descendants eat the meat of 'piece' continuously to make the prophecy, but because of eating 'piece' 'The people who predicted that they would die immediately, and in order to possess this power for a long time, let them eat the meat of the mermaid at the same time to obtain immortality... I thought that the kind of experiment that could only come up with a broken brain would not be successful Yes. Is there a finished product in the end?"

Gojo Satoru was not at all interested in reporting his name to the woman, he just smiled amusedly.

"I'm curious, what kind of monster do you want to create through her?"

"I've been looking for a way to kill myself." Sakuragawa Rokka said as a matter of course, "But I ate mermaid meat, and all conventional methods couldn't kill me. I tried many times and let others try. Many years, but they all failed... So I thought, maybe only monsters can kill me. But I haven't found such a monster, so I have to try to make one myself."

"So you manipulate public opinion on the Internet and lead their imaginations in the direction you want. There is no limit to human fear, and you want the scariest monster that people can imagine. I said, why do you want to do this? Boring purpose, how many times have you killed yourself?"

Facing Gojo Satoru's joking question, Sakuragawa Rokka just raised her head with a smile, the last bloodstain on her neck was the fatal wound she cut when she captured the future for the last time, and it was slowly healing.

"Does it matter?" she asked back.

"It really doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru put his fingers on the bandages that covered his eyes, and his smile grew wider.

"Last question." He asked, "Why did you choose Asahi Haruka?"

"Because in her book, there is a real 'Abyss'."

Sakuragawa Rokka said so.