I play the piano in the comprehensive world

The eight-year-old Miko of the Wutiao family is a caged bird under comprehensive surveillance.

If the world before the age of eight was black and white in his eyes, then after the age of eight, Gojo Satoru's world finally has a little color—from his mobile phone.

Although I don't know why the head of the Wujo family is so afraid of the Gouju family, but because of this, Wujo Wu found a chance to contact the outside world.

Compared with those stupid little idiots in the Wutiao family, Gou Juan Jing is much more interesting.

At least he thinks they have a tacit understanding.

Wutiao Wu never said anything about Wutiao's family, and Gou Juanjing didn't say a word about his family.

The topic they started was very poor, and it was at this time that Gojo Satoru realized how narrow his world was, and he could only see a corner of the sky from the yard, so it was too ridiculous to be arrogant.

No one thought that the Son of God would learn the word humility one day.

But he knew that before he was 12 years old, it was absolutely impossible for the Wujo family to let him out. After the age of 12, the future is also uncertain. There is an argument among the elders that Wujo Satoru should always be hidden in Wujo's house as a deterrent weapon, and only used when needed.

This is equivalent to depriving Wujo Satoru of his future as a person and using him as a weapon for planning purposes.

Kamito didn't intend to catch him without a fight, but it would be foolish to run away from home knowing nothing.

The Gojo family provided Gojo Satoru with the best material resources, but they strictly guarded against any opportunity to let Gojo Satoru leave, trying to turn Liuyan into the Gojo family's Six Eyes.

Even the mobile phone in his hand is a secret between him and Patriarch Wutiao.

Gojo Satoru is not the kind of good boy who resigns himself to fate and waits to die. This is a game between him and the Gojo family.

But there is no rush.

Now that he is still too young, Gou Juanjing told him that a child of his age would be turned over to the police station if he walked alone on the road, and his parents would be notified to collect it.

Grow a little more.

He has this patience.

Gojo Satoru was lying on the corridor, and his lazy posture would make his etiquette teacher scream, but at this point in time, he drove away all the people watching, and it was the time he specially set aside for himself.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated one after another, and an email came from Gou Juanjing.

The six-eyed Shenzi supported her face with one hand, and flipped through the contents of the email with the other.

Most of the messages Gou Juanjing sent before were all kinds of sweets. The other party had so many sweets that Gojo Satoru was envious. Unfortunately, he is now a useless god who doesn't even have the final say on what to eat.

After he is free, he must eat sweets all over the country!

Gojo Satoru made a great wish.

There have been new changes in the content of the recent emails. There are fewer photos of various delicate desserts, and more landscape photos. There is even a photo of him and another child with purple-gray hair.Gou Juanjing still looks cute, while the kid with the camera next to him has a stinky face, which makes Wujo Wu feel very uncomfortable.

After zoos, amusement parks, dessert houses, mazes, parks, today is... a haunted house?

Miko frowned and flipped through the photos.

Gojo Satoru dug out the map and found out where all the dogs were moving. He looked like a master tracking the range of his cats and cats, with the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone: Why did my cat (×) brother run so far?

……

"Xiao Jing, who are you emailing?"

Since Keigo Atobe learned that Goujuanjing had a two-week vacation, he arranged after-school activities for Goujuanjing every day.

Primary school dismissed early, and they didn't participate in club activities, so there was plenty of time for activities in the afternoon, enough for Atobe to run around Tokyo with a dog.

Gou Juanjing thought for a while, "Cat."

"cat?"

"White hair, blue eyes, meowing all day and night, very afraid of lonely cats." Gou Juanjing looked serious, so serious that Atobe was too embarrassed to question it.

Maybe it's a netizen?

Atobu took Xiao Jing's hand: "It's fine if it's a cat, be careful not to be deceived, now I heard that online fraud is rampant!"

The child couldn't get to the point, but still nodded obediently.

"Today we went to a haunted house that has been very popular recently." Atobe flipped over the tablet and said to Gou Juanjing: "It's the first time I go to a haunted house, and I don't know why my dad didn't let me go before. I haven't asked yet. Excuse me, Xiao Jing, are you afraid of ghosts? If you are afraid, I can lend you my arm."

"I will forgive you for not being gorgeous for the time being!"

Gou Juanjing didn't pay attention to his little friend's fart declaration, and his eyes glanced at the top of Keigo Atobe's head.

The bridal woman had recently changed its form, and it no longer hung over his head like the previous hat, as if it was going to cover his head at any time.The spider became only the size of a fingernail, quietly lurking behind Atobu's ear. If the dog Juanjing hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have been able to find this hidden spider.

He remembered the news that Atobe's company announced to invest in the Japanese electronics industry a while ago, probably because Atobe's father had already reached a deal with someone.

"It's also my first time to go to a haunted house." Gou Juanjing pursed his lips, and the look of lowered eyes looked pitiful to Atobe, "Can you hold Jingwu's hand?"

Atobe: "That's, it's really helpless."

The driver sitting in the front row glanced at his young master through the rearview mirror, his blushing face was really unconvincing.

Rarely made good friends.

The driver who followed Keigo Atobe all the way back to Japan from the UK was full of a fatherly attitude.

"Haunted houses and haunted houses are nothing to be afraid of. They are all caused by sound effects and lighting effects. They are all deceiving tricks!"

Gou Juanjing wondered: "Then are we rushing to be deceived?"

"This is an experience!" Atobe firmly denied.

Goujuan, sees ghosts every day, doesn't know what is worth experiencing at all, Jing, acquiesced to his statement.

I always feel that Jingwu is a little bit scared and holding on, which is kind of cute.

The flushed nonsense is also hilarious.

Gou Juanjing even wanted to make Atobe's appearance at this time into an emoji package, with the words: "The last stubbornness".

Repeatedly refusing to be accompanied by the driver, the bodyguards guarded the two entrances and exits, and Keigo Atobe and Atsushi Goumaki walked into the haunted house holding hands.

Faint groans came from all directions, with red and black lights as the main lights. This is a haunted house with the theme of traditional Japanese monsters.

"It is said that a long time ago, this was the mansion of a wealthy local family. Three generations lived under one roof, and they lived a very happy life until one day, the youngest daughter of their family - went crazy."

The calm narrative voice disappeared, replaced by a woman's crazy raving: "It's my brother! I saw my brother again! He's back, he's back!"

The dim lights in the room were like candles, flickering on and off, and the voices of many people appeared on the radio, and they all sounded like members of this family.

"There he is! There he is!"

Suddenly, a door snapped open.

With a jerk, Atobe clenched Goujuanjing tightly.

According to the reminder of the voice, Xiao Jing led Atobe towards the door.

An old man's voice said: "You don't have a brother at all!"

The woman's voice appeared again: "That's because none of you admitted that he is a human!"

Just after Goujuanjing and Atobe stepped into the new room, a child's skeleton in tattered clothes fell from the sky, and the close contact made the young master Atobe almost scream out.

The dog beside him, Juan Jing, poked the skeleton with his hand, and the plastic skeleton shook with a cracking sound, and the panic in Atobu disappeared immediately.

"It's really not gorgeous." Atobu's teeth trembled a little, "It's just plastic."

From the perspective of Gou Juanjing, it is a curse spirit with a child's face attached to the plastic skull. It opened its mouth wide and stuck out its tongue like a frog trying to attach itself to Atobu. Gou Juanjing had no choice but to do it. Strong, poke it out.

In the entire haunted house, there are many such scattered spell spirits.

Most of them are low-level teens, leftovers from the guests of the haunted house.I don't know if there is something on Goujuanjing or Atobe that attracts them. These teeny-heads who have no thinking ability but only instinct gradually move closer to them.

Because of being possessed by a curse spirit for a long time, Atobe also felt that the temperature in the haunted house kept dropping.

At this moment, the ugly curse spirit poked its head out from the pocket of Gou Juanjing's school uniform. It didn't look as ugly as before, except for the wrinkled humanoid face, the rest looked a bit like Mao Mao insect.

The curse spirit yelled fiercely at its kind: "Hey!" Those teeny-headed ones who had no thinking ability stiffened, some of them were too weak and dissipated, and the rest seemed to be quite weak, and they lay on the spot and never approached again.

This saves the trouble of the dog rolling the thorn.

The child patted the ugly curse spirit through the pocket, its ugly face widened its eyes, making its face even uglier.It quickly learned how to be peaceful and tried to rub his finger back, but the dog Juanjing didn't care about it.

"Huh."

The mantra retracted into his pocket.

At the same time, outside the haunted house, Ye Mo Zhengdao was about to buy tickets to enter, but was told that the haunted house stopped selling tickets today.

The man wore a pair of blue sunglasses, with a fierce aura, dark skin and cropped hair. When he asked why, the conductor felt like a gangster put a knife on his neck. "Today, today, there are guests booking the venue, now, now... no one can enter or leave the haunted house, please, please come back tomorrow!"

The conductor's last sentence was almost yelled out, for fear that the other party would punch him if he got upset.

"Well, I know." Noctua Zhengdao put away his wallet and pretended to leave.

The future principal of Donggao, the current first-class conjurer, looked at the building surrounded by the power of the curse, and cursed in his heart: Rubbish magic world!