After the leader of He Sen

The closet door was pulled open with a bang, and warm lights streamed in.

Gojo Satoru looked irritable because he didn't sleep well, "What are you arguing about?"

I sat up blankly: "Did I disturb you by talking in my sleep?"

He threw an open pack of tissues into my arms, "Wipe your face, it's so ugly."

When I touched it with my hand, I felt the cold tears.

"Is there such a grievance in the night closet?" Wu Tiaowu sat cross-legged on the ground, wearing a loose black sweater, looking like a good boy at home.

"No, it was just a nightmare."

This answer made him lose interest, he yawned and asked lazily: "What nightmare? A nightmare of being eaten by a cursed spirit?"

"No," I pulled out a tissue to wipe away the tears on my face, "I saw a human skeleton and a white rose in a black box."

"Can this scare you to tears? It's obviously not scary at all." Gojo Goku pursed his lips.

"It's not about being scared and crying," I desperately recalled the feeling in the dream, "it's about being uncomfortable."

Noon is the hottest time of the day.The bird scaring device in Wutiao Family’s courtyard made a ding sound from time to time, and the inexplicable delicacy of the water flowing into the bamboo tube made people feel healing.

What I do most in a day is to be in a daze and talk to the butterfly spell on my chest.During most of the day, Gojo Satoru was not at home, and he often came back late at night.

Although he sneezed, it was better if someone made a sound next to him.The house of the Wujo family is really too quiet.

It seemed that when Gojo Satoru left, he took the popularity of the house with him.At this time, the Internet is far from being developed in the future. The mobile phone is a clamshell style. The most practical functions are sending text messages and making calls. Even the most basic game is Tetris.

Not to mention watching movies and gossip on mobile phones.

There is also a book in his bedroom. The yellowed pages record the history of conjurers and the evolution of spells. Forgive me, a layman, who really can't see the way, and has no interest in studying it.

Summer has its own tone.

The chirping of cicadas, the tinkling of the bird scaring device, the hot wind and the glass wind chime greeted each other, shaking the poetry paper below. I tiptoed to look at the words on the poem paper, but found that there was not even a line of poetry on it.

What kind of poetry is this?

I can't stay like this forever, I have to go back to the original time point, even if I can't go back, I can't hang out like this all day long.

Before I had time to explain my thoughts to Gojo Satoru, he took me to the High School of Conjuration.It wasn't out of good intentions that I'd be bored at home, he just wanted to show off that he had a pretty pet.

But there are only three of them in grades, and I know Xia Youjie and Jiaru Nizi besides him, so I have no room to show off after all.

"Can I become a human now? Wutiao, you didn't give her any random medicine, did you?" Jiarui Nizizi's first reaction when he saw me was not to say hello, but this.

These people should simply set up a "Daughter of the Sea" literary research alliance.

But it's really deserted with only three students in a class.

"Is it okay? As an outsider to listen in or something." Things became strange.

"It's okay, we won't listen to the lectures anyway." Xia Youjie smiled in a good mood.

So, as a student, why do you say things like not attending class in such a proud tone.

There are no extra desks in the classroom, only an extra small bench.Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie put their tables together and let me, the extra person, sit in the middle.

"I feel like I'm sitting between two big mountains, and I feel inexplicably oppressed."

Gojo Satoru was eating candy, and when he approached me, he smelled like milk: "Is it a sense of security?"

If it hadn't left the bruises on the back of my hands that haven't disappeared yet, the persuasiveness of this sentence might be a little bit stronger than it is now.

I was still worried about how the teacher would explain my existence when the teacher came in later, so I typed the draft several times.

The man who came in looked serious, and Xia Youjie explained that this was their principal Noctua Moth.

His sharp eyes swept down and fixed on me, without asking me where I came from, and said with a headache: "Wu Tiao, what the hell are you doing?"

"No tricks, bring the house-elf to class." Gojo Satoru put his hand on my shoulder and patted it hard.

It hurts.

"You guys are really good," Principal Ye Moth endured silently, and swallowed back the lecture, "Now there is a task for you two."

It is self-evident who he refers to by "you two".

It seems that this class is not going to work. Skip the culture class and start the practical class directly.

"What task?" Big Maomao asked nonchalantly, propping his chin on a meat pad.

"The black island you went to last time, now there is a new situation." The principal said calmly.

Heikai Island?

Is that the island like a boulder?My landing point in this time and space.

"Some islanders salvaged a well-sealed black box when they went out to sea."

Xia Youjie: "So?"

"Those islanders tried their best but couldn't open the box. Because of what happened before, they worried that this box would bring bad luck like the bark mask picked up by the children before, so they didn't dare to deal with it casually." Ye Ye Principal Mo put his palm against the podium, "What you two have to do is to find out what is in this black box, and destroy it if necessary."

"It doesn't sound like a difficult task, it's so boring, Jie." As soon as Principal Noctua left, Gojo Satoru complained.

"Indeed." Xia Youjie agreed.

Miss Jiajin has slipped away quietly. Because of her special technique, she seldom goes out to perform tasks.

"May I go with you?" As soon as the words came out, two eyes from the left and the right focused.

"Does the little mermaid feel lonely staying at home alone?" The silver-haired cat wanted to hold the little fish's tail, but found that there was no tail to play with at the moment.

"I want to see what's in that black box?" Could it really be the bones and roses I dreamed about last night.This reason sounds absurd, but I don't know why there is such an urgent thought in my heart at this moment.

"Why are you interested in a black box for no reason? Because Heiji Island is your hometown?"

Kurokai Island is not my hometown.

Gojo Satoru took Xia You's question, "The key is not your hometown, but the nightmare you had last night. Am I right?"

*

The closer I got to Heikai Island, the more restless I felt.

The boulder-like island sits silently on the sea, like a lonely giant.

The sun is so bright and warm, but this island is isolated from the bright, the whole body is covered with heavy shadows, like the film on the eyeballs of cataract patients.

Same as last time, this time I directly rented a motorboat and drove to Heiji Island.

I was blowing the wind on the side of the ship, and the sea breeze made my skirt flutter, and I felt like a rose on the Titanic.However, this feel-good illusion was quickly shattered and the back of my neck got sunburned.

When I came here, I actually wanted a sun protection jacket, but I still couldn't say it out of the idea of ​​causing as little trouble as possible, which led to more troublesome things.

I pressed my hand on the burning skin, but I still endured it, maybe it would be better if I washed it with cold water on the island.

After a long journey, I finally saw the black box.

There is such a coincidence in the world that the scene I dreamed about last night was reflected in reality in a unique way.

The black box is exactly the same as the one in my dream.The only difference is that it was floating on the blood-red water, and now it stands quietly on the dark brown floor.

"Wu, this box is covered with heavy filth." Xia Youjie frowned rarely.

"It's safest to destroy this kind of thing directly." Gojo Satoru moved his wrist, as if he was about to make a move.

destroy?

My heart suddenly rose to my throat, "Please wait a moment!"

"Why?" He turned his head impatiently and asked after being interrupted.

"I want to see what's inside." What if the devil is locked inside?What should I do if it is a terrible super magic spirit?

My request is simply adding to their workload for no reason.

But, but.

This box has an unknown attraction to me. The contents inside are very, very important to me. They cannot be destroyed like this, absolutely not.

If it is really going to be destroyed, my heart will cry out in grief.

Was it bewitched?How could I have such a strange reaction?

"I'm sorry for being self-willed, but I really want to see what's in there." Tears slid down her cheeks and fell to the floor in small wet patches.

"I didn't say anything yet, okay, didn't I just take a look at what's inside? Why are you crying like you're about to go to the execution ground?" Gojo Satoru picked up a tissue and rudely poked my face.

"It's just that there is a lot of filth on the outside, and there is no curse spirit inside. Wujo and I are not so weak that we can't even handle this level. Don't underestimate us." Both he and Wujo Wutiao thought that The reason I cry is that I am in trouble, but I am simply out of control.

I don't have so much time to explain now, I wiped my tears and answered along the way: "Um...thank you."

Xia Youjie rubbed my face itchyly, "You're welcome."

The moment I touched the black box, blue butterflies instantly covered the surface of the box, shining with a shining blue light.Suddenly, they all flew away again.

It should be an illusory scene, but my hair is swirling because of the wind blown by them fluttering away.

It's almost like real existence.

"Wu, have you seen it?" Xia You's voice seemed to come from far away, although it was not far away, "The filth has disappeared."

"I'm not blind, of course I can see." Gojo Satoru answered his question.

The sound of their conversation came out of the peaks different from ordinary people on the sonic device, so that it got into my ears, but it didn't make me think of responding.

I lay the case flat, unzip the sides, and lay flat.

In front of him was a human skeleton lying on its side, with a white rose stuck in its chest.The placement was so ingenious that the white rose literally grew out of the ribs.

The beating frequency of the heart did not speed up, and the butterfly did not flap its wings, but was grabbed by an invisible hand.

Pain is abstract.

Gojo Satoru stared at the contents of the black box with rounded eyes, "This is not a nightmare with you—hey!"

Out of breath?Or something else.

I vomit blood.Dye the white roses red, the skulls of the skeletons red.

"I wasn't attacked by the curse spirit, and I wasn't affected by the filth. How did you react like this?" Xia Youjie's tone was mixed with an imperceptible panic.

"It's okay." I covered my mouth and coughed, "It's okay."

This way of coughing reminds me of Mr. Aiba Eri, and this bare skeleton reminds me of Mr. Aiba Eri.But this person is not him, not Aiba Eri.

The skeleton that was curled up quietly in the black box moved, and before I could react, Gojo Satoru stretched out his feet and kicked it directly, and the box came into close contact with the wall.

The black box fell to pieces, and the bones that made up the skeleton also jingled, as if they were broken and then reassembled.

"What are you kicking him for?" My heart was also broken into pieces, and my reason told me that the five moving skeletons were kicked for the sake of everyone's safety.But the emotional side severely overwhelmed the reason, and said such subtle words that made people choke in their throats.

Fortunately, the broken bones are slowly being spliced ​​together again, and it seems to have the ability to heal itself.

"Are you okay?" I sobbed sobbing, I reached out to it, it was a boy.

So it should be reaching out to him.

Little Bones stretched out his hand, and he held the bloody rose in his hand and approached me, his teeth clenched up and down and made a clicking sound.

"Is this a rose for me?"