The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Gojo Satoru stared at Sasuke.

He felt wronged—physically.

Sasuke felt like he was being vexatious - in every sense of the word.

Because the other party is now shrunk into a ball, barely folded two long and straight legs and stuffed them between the handles of the Shinkansen seat, turning sideways to face Sasuke.

It's been a long time since the two of them have been on missions for the association together.On the one hand, it is because the overflow of combat power is too serious—it may be more appropriate to call it combat power injection; on the other hand, it is because Sasuke has been quietly being a good student for most of the past few months, and the tasks are only picking and picking. I did some, and there is no intersection with Gojo Satoru at all.

But after Gojo Satoru had a talk with Sasuke yesterday, they boarded the Shinkansen together.

The association will probably feel much more at ease.

"Don't keep staring at me." Gojo Satoru's gaze was very obvious even through the dark sunglasses, piercing Sasuke's face, so he finally couldn't help opening his eyes, and stared at him dissatisfied.

The other party's furry head rubbed against the cloth back of the seat, a few hairs floated up due to static electricity, and the sunglasses slid down a little, revealing a small piece of light blue pupil.

He turned his back to the outside aisle, and when he heard Sasuke's words, he rolled his eyes and hooked his mouth.

"It's not within your prerogative." The white-haired man said sternly.

Because there were other people sleeping on the other side, his voice was lowered, but his tone was still melodious like a violin.

Sasuke looked away.

"...It doesn't make any sense for you to do this." He said lightly. "It's also not conducive to achieving your own goals."

Whether it is to ask Sasuke to give other responses, or to help him find out the truth behind a series of events and change the decadent association.

Love is this kind of thing, it will make people lose their minds and control, it is the most uncontrollable and unreliable thing in the relationship.As long as any cooperation is mixed with this factor, it will become unstable and may fall apart due to it at any time.

"No," Gojo Satoru didn't care too much about Sasuke's sarcastic remarks, "it makes sense." He said firmly.

Regardless of whether he continues to like Sasuke in the future, or gradually loses this interest in the words and deeds of the other party, the current behavior is meaningful to Gojo Satoru himself.

Moreover, he will not lose control because of this emotion.

Gojo Satoru said to Uchiha Sasuke very early on that "love is the strongest curse", and he does not intend to experience such an unforgettable thing as "love" for the time being. Simply liking it is not enough to affect his reason.

He continued to stare at the black-haired boy with patience written all over his body with great interest, as if the other party was some good movie, and saw the Shinkansen stop along the way.

Then as soon as he got out of the station, the man who was still full of energy immediately withered away.

Like a plant that was put into a steamer and covered with water vapor for a few minutes, it quickly changed from a juicy and straight cabbage to a limp vegetable leaf.

Because it's really hot in here.

In this week alone, Japan has reported several record-breaking high temperatures, ten years, 30 years, maybe today it can break the century-old record.Coupled with the high humidity, when the temperature is high, people feel that sweat is trapped in the body, and emotions are also prone to fluctuations.

But after waiting in line for a rental for a while, Gojo Satoru's irritability began to rise geometrically.

Just like a cat flicking its tail when it’s in a bad mood, Gojo Satoru impatiently flicked the phone hanging on the phone strap, rattling around around Sasuke, and then stayed in his coat for a long time because of the heat brought by exercise. Scattered became more irritable.

"Be quiet." Sasuke was dazed by him, reached out and pressed Gojo Satoru's arm, making him stop.

"It's so hot..." Wujo Wujo protested like a gossamer.

Then when Sasuke withdrew his hand, he squeezed his wrist in reverse, as if he could transfer the excess heat from his body to another person.

Sasuke reflexively wanted to struggle, but in the end he hesitated for a while, using the gesture of Gojo Satoru to hold his arm, he pushed the man into the taxi parked in front of him, and he also got into it himself.

They were going to a private clinic that had been in business for decades.

Because of several accidents one after another, the clinic has been temporarily closed now—if the situation is not good, it may be closed permanently.

The clinic is located in a block with a lot of traffic in the urban area. After so many years, it can be said that it has developed into a well-known private hospital.It occupies a large area, four or five stories high, and has a yard.The beige walls look a bit old, but they are still relatively clean, and the sign of "Nakamura Hospital" is hung on the door.

There was a cordon around them, and a few police officers in short-sleeved uniforms squinted their eyes, their expressions grim from the sun, and dark sweat stains appeared on their light blue uniforms.

Gojo Satoru frowned as soon as he got out of the car.

To be honest, the spell power here is not very strong.In Sasuke's view, even if there is a curse, it will definitely not reach the first-level level, and it will not make the first-level conjurer stumble.

Both of them were wearing dark long-sleeved trousers that were incompatible with the mild climate, and wearing sunglasses. Gojo Goto was tall and his white hair was dazzling in the sun. He was immediately noticed by the police across the street.

"Are you here to take over from the last person?" One of the policemen wiped his sweat and nodded at them when he saw them coming. Several people passing by glanced at them curiously.

Gojo Satoru casually showed him the ID.

"No problem," the policeman greeted, and asked his colleagues to untie their security tapes and let them in. "Next time we change people, please do a good job of handing over. Don't make us wait here for so many days." He complained.

Gojo Gojo was so hot that he didn't want to say a word, so he nodded and walked in.

The building suddenly became shady and cool.

He let out a breath of relief, took off his sunglasses and scanned his surroundings.There were no traces of fighting in the hall, and there wasn't much filth.

"This distance shouldn't be a problem, right?" he asked Sasuke casually.

"...It's okay to go twice as far away."

Although it felt very long-winded, Sasuke still answered his question because Gojo Satoru was talking about business.

Gojo Satoru laughed.

"Then go further afield next time," he said.

"No." Sasuke rejected him flatly, "This time is a special case."

Gojo Gojo smiled in a good mood: "It won't work if you do it a few more times."

The cursed dark purple filth exudes an evil aura in their field of vision, more or less deeply entangled with another filth that clearly belongs to humans, extending from a certain consulting room to the stairwell, and the surrounding environment has also become messy stand up.

Gojo Satoru and Sasuke went all the way up, stepping over the broken stone and glass scattered all over the ground to the top rooftop.

"The curse should have been expelled." Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and scanned the empty rooftop, "Maybe a curse master got involved."

His eyes rested on the dark stains on the ground.

It rained a few days ago in Nagano, and there is a high probability that this pool of blood was left by a magician, and the magic power on it reacted very strongly.However, this amount of bleeding is not at all lethal—the conjurer has been strengthened by the spell, and although he is not as good as a ninja, this small injury can't affect their actions.

And the curse is a regional creature, even if the curse has any special ability, after killing the conjurer, it will not leave its birthplace at will.

But Six Eyes only saw the filth of a conjurer.

and……

What the policeman said before was also a little strange.People may not be missing here.

"Go down and ask." Sasuke stood by the roof and glanced at the few policemen who were chatting below.

It seems that he also realized that he was wrong.

Gojo Satoru nodded, and sneered: "Go down later and see if you can find any clues. If not, let those old guys find someone else to investigate slowly."

Except for the hard-headed foreigners like Miguel, the curse masters in Japan know not to mess with the white-haired curse masters who block their eyes—Gojo Satoru changed the relationship between the curse masters and the curse masters by himself. Balance, and managed to live to the day when he became the strongest, so no curse master dared to cause trouble under his nose.

If the first level didn't disappear nearby, or the curse master didn't observe nearby, but knew Wujo Wu came here through some other means and ran away early, Wujo Wu would have to spend a lot of time to find those people Kung fu - it's even possible to end up wasting days and finding nothing in the end.

When they went downstairs, one of the policemen was standing in the shade of a nearby tree on the phone.

"...Well," the young policeman blushed, not sure if it was because of the sun or the person on the other side of the microphone, "I'm changing shift, I can go to the hospital to see you later."

"...a new person came to take over today..." he said softly, "don't worry too much about things here, I will pay attention to safety."

"Girlfriend?" Gojo Satoru felt a little cooler now, standing in the shadow of the hospital entrance, he asked another policeman with great interest.

The other party gave a thumbs up, "She is a beauty. Not long after I moved to this city, I fell in love with Xiao Lin at first sight! I was recuperating in this hospital before, but after an accident here, I moved to another hospital."

Police officer Kobayashi laughed softly.

"Why are you asking this question again? They're all men," he said shyly, with sweat glistening on his cheeks. "You know I only like you."

"Handsome?" The policeman's brown pupils turned to Gojo Satoru and Sasuke, seeing them looking at him, he quickly bowed embarrassedly, "... handsome, but I won't let you see them."

"Hey, I really want to know..." He stretched out his voice, "Then will there be any surprises when I go there later?"

He listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, with an unstoppable smile on his face: "Well, let me go over and tell you what happened today."

Police officer Kobayashi trotted a few steps back to the door of the clinic, and bowed to them.

"Go back and take a shower before going to the hospital!" Someone teased.

The young man smirked and stroked his hair: "Then I'll go first."

"Mind if we pay a visit?" Wujo Satoru suddenly interjected.

"Eh? Has the matter here been resolved?" Officer Kobayashi looked at Gojo Satoru and Sasuke in confusion.

"Not yet," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Our colleagues need to collect some information from Tokyo and send it over, but if everything goes well, the problem will be resolved soon."

"But..." Officer Xiao Lin still hesitated.

Gojo Satoru put his arms around Sasuke's shoulder and laughed: "Anyway, there's nothing we can do now, we're also colleagues, since we know your girlfriend is injured, of course we have to visit." He waved his phone, "Sasuke and I invite everyone to have a drink. Coffee, thank you for staying here~"

Not just coffee, Gojo Satoru directly ordered a bunch of cold drinks and desserts and had them delivered to the scene.

The scene became lively for a while.

"Shh," he said, pointing up a finger at the policemen, "don't let your mouth slip."

Everyone blinked at him tacitly, took a big sip of cold drink with a smile, and sighed comfortably.

"It's our job after all!"

"What?" Gojo Satoru looked down at Sasuke, and the black-haired boy was staring at him with somewhat strange eyes. "Have you finally fallen in love with me?"

Officer Kobayashi choked next to them, the coffee dripped down his chin, and he stood there, frantically rummaging through tissues in his pocket.

"No," Sasuke glanced at Officer Kobayashi, who seemed even more flustered, "I just didn't expect you to do this."

how to say?

Whenever he thinks Gojo Satoru is a self-willed and self-willed person, the other party will behave like a mature adult instead.

"It seems that we still have to act together in the future so that you can understand my charm better." Wujo Satoru touched his chin.

And when he felt that Gojo Satoru was more or less a decent person, the white-haired man would use practical actions to tell him that he was not worthy of respect at all.

Officer Kobayashi looked as if he wanted to disappear immediately.

"Get out, the taxi is here, let's get in the car!" He stammered.

Gojo Satoru cheered, and immediately pulled Sasuke and ran over.

"Air conditioner!"

-

Police officer Kobayashi introduced himself as Kobayashi Zhi, and his girlfriend met three months ago when he was on duty.

"Risa was blocked in an alley by a scoundrel," he said angrily, and then his expression became gentle again. "I sent her home a few times and she confessed to me."

"Heroes save the beauty! Why is she injured?" Wujo Satoru asked enthusiastically.

Kobayashi frowned, "She has been in poor health," he said, "Before she had a fever and was recuperating in Zhongcun Hospital, and then there was an accident in the hospital, she was a little scared, so she was transferred to another hospital, but she was careless just after she passed. Fell down the stairs and was hospitalized for a few more days."

"...I hope I was really careless." Gojo Satoru chuckled.

Kobayashi didn't hear what he said, and looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously.

"It's nothing," Gojo Satoru poked the co-pilot Sasuke's shoulder with a smile. "Sasuke, let's go buy souvenirs first." He sweetly called the boy's name, as if it was some kind of magical spell that had to be turned several times on the tongue to take effect.

Xiao Linzhi felt as if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard, and waved his hands in a panic to refuse, "No, no, no, it's enough for you to go and see Risa."

The fare was also paid by Mr. Gojo from Tokyo, who invited all of them to drink coffee and snacks, and even went to visit the sick girlfriend of a colleague who had only met once.

He was already fidgeting.

"How can you go to see a patient without bringing a souvenir?" Wujo Satoru said without doubt, "Does she like flowers?"

"...I like it." Xiao Linzhi gave up.

"Then don't tell Miss Risa that we're here, and don't tell her what we look like." Gojo Satoru showed a sly smile, "We'll call you when we deliver the flowers."