Premium Magic Bandage Essence

The music of the sacrificial ceremony in the distance gradually became clearer, which meant that the parade was getting closer to them.

In the secluded forest, the dim light of the sky outlines Gojo Goto's tall figure in the dark night. Osamu Dazai stared at him and didn't speak for a while.

With Wujo Wu's strength and status, he actually doesn't have to live so tiringly, not to mention busy himself like a spinning top every day, and dissatisfaction with the higher-ups because of his excessive wanton personality, even his love for sweets is just because of the supplement of sugar , is simply thankless.

He single-handedly suppressed the curse spirit to the point that "defeating Wujo Wu" was his first goal, and he regarded Wujo Wu as the biggest obstacle to destroying human beings. However, such a feat aroused the deep fear of those behind him.

In fact, if Wujo Wuken gave up his unpopular persistence and quit, maybe someone would come to support him in turn—at least not like now, the more work he does, the more disgusting.

However, if Gojo Satoru gives up, it will not be the Gojo Satoru that Osamu Dazai knew.

Osamu Dazai is a person who has no pursuit, but can always meet a true and firm person in the dark and muddy world.

Don't need other people's approval, don't care about other people's eyes.Osamu Dazai believed that even those upper-level people were no different from passers-by A, B, and C in the eyes of Wujo Gojo, and it didn't matter how these people treated him, because he didn't care about them at all.

Gojo Satoru's strength stems from his strength, but it's not limited to his strength.

"Why?" Maybe he was silent for a long time, Gojo Satoru suddenly bent down, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Is it because of my handsome speech?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai leaned back slightly on the tree trunk, folded his arms around his chest, and said with a hint of a smile, "I adore you, an idiot who is so tired and proud like Mr. Wujo, I really admire him .”

Wutiaowu: "..."

"It's so stupid that people can't stand it." Dazai Osamu said to himself, "You know? A fool like you will usually be engraved on the monument in the end."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Curse me again? !

He took a deep breath, and wanted to reach out to knock on the head, but Dazai dodged it.The other party ticked his fingers at him and said softly: "The convoy is coming, let's go to the room where the sacrifices are stored first, I have one thing to confirm."

Gojo Satoru directly squeezed his dog-like fingers and asked at the same time, "Store the sacrifice? How do you know where it will be?"

Osamu Dazai took out the travel guide in his arms with the other hand, "It's on it."

……

In the shrine less than one kilometer away from them.

In the corner of the exquisite Japanese room, a long-haired girl is unconscious. Her hands and feet are tied with ropes as thick as fingers. She is the priestess of this sacrificial activity. After being knocked unconscious at the beginning, several students did not know how to deal with her. , had no choice but to hide her in his room first.

The companions pretended to be members of the shrine to participate in the parade, and the two female students took the opportunity to rummage through the witch's room, trying to find some clues.

Except for some plausible information, the whole operation was clueless to them. Exorcising the curse spirit is relatively good at their job, but it is inevitable that they will be a bit blind when they reason the clues to find the real place of sacrifice.

For this reason, Zenyuan Maki and Fu Heihui proposed a plan that is the most feasible for them, which is to find someone who looks like a high-level person to start and see if they can dig out any news. It is best to directly find the sacrificial priest location, so that they can kill and go to the lair to complete the task.

——If only it were that simple.

The police are not vegetarians either, they failed to find the specific location after intensive inspections and dispatch of undercover agents, let alone laymen like them.

The Japanese room has been turned into a mess, and they have to prevent the miko from waking up at any time, and they cannot let her scream and attract others.

"Nothing at all." Nagasaki Yarose sighed, "What list of members, what secret meeting place, I didn't even find a little diary. Is the life of a shrine maiden so monotonous? All shrine maiden clothes!"

Chanyuan Maki also had a headache, "But it's reasonable."

A cult of that size can exist to this day without being banned, and its tail is definitely not shallow.

But after being busy for most of the night, did he just return empty-handed?The two looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness and unwillingness in each other's eyes.

"Boom—boom——"

At this moment, a subtle sound came from the silence, like a rhythmic knock on the door.

Chanyuan Maki listened quietly for a while, then suddenly leaned over to the floor, "The sound came from below."

Nagasaki Wild Rose was taken aback, and quickly lay down on the ground, "It seems to be true, but under this floor..." How could there be a sound?

The two acted at the same time, and after exploring the ground with the dim light, they found a gap that violated harmony in the corner of the room.

"It seems that it can be opened—" Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei pushed hard, and the floor on that side was opened like a door. Before she had time to be happy, she felt a biting cold breath coming from below.

A bad premonition suddenly rushed into her mind, Nagasaki Yaqiangwei subconsciously lowered her head, and met a pair of red eyes.

……

The sacrificial ceremony was about to enter the climax stage. At this time, everyone was almost concentrated in the open space in the middle of the shrine. The hall was empty, and even the guards were paying attention to the sacrifice. This was a rare gap.

Almost silently, one person and one curse spirit quietly entered the empty room where the remaining sacrifices were stored. It was dark inside, but it was not a big problem for them.

"What a big battle."

Osamu Dazai looked at the rich pile of sacrifices, and casually lifted the brocade cloth on a plate, and the neatly cut pieces of meat were neatly placed on the plate engraved with patterns.

"Prepare so much?" Gojo Satoru said casually, "Isn't it several times the amount of ordinary sacrifices? Could it be that they eat by themselves after they're done?"

He knew a lot about this matter, and he knew the quantity of everything needed for the sacrifice, and he could tell whether it was too much or too little at a glance.

"You can't eat these things." The young man's cool voice seemed a little gloomy in the dim light at the moment, "This is human flesh."

As soon as the voice fell, it seemed that the air was about to condense.

"I've seen a lot of human corpses." Before Gojo Satoru could ask, Osamu Dazai said calmly, "I think there are many of you, or would you like to check again?"

"no need."

Gojo Satoru didn't make any fuss, expressing his belief in Osamu Dazai's judgment, but the development of the whole thing obviously became a bit wrong. At first, he thought it was a group of curse masters using low-level curse spirits to do something, and the complicated thing was just to find their location, but it now appears that it may be more than that.

After all, who would feed the curse spirit to eat dead human flesh?

Compared with living people, dead people are less attractive to curse spirits, especially this kind of cut meat.

"Is this someone from outside?" Wujo Wu tilted his head, "The police have been monitoring this town for so long, and every vehicle that enters the town has been checked. If someone from outside , there is actually a way to completely hide it from the police?"

"It doesn't have to be people from outside." Osamu Dazai answered, "It's easier for residents in the town to operate."

"In this small town, the accidental disappearance of the population will not cause suspicion?"

"What if something non-human has replaced their identities? Or, is this matter being concealed by the whole town?"

Both of them talked about such a chilling topic without frowning. No one knew who the corpses on the plate were. They had no way to find out except to send them to the police for DNA comparison.

"Ah, it would be great if that person was here, and I wouldn't have to bump into Wutiao-sensei like a headless chicken." Osamu Dazai stretched suddenly, not caring at all that he was actually standing in a room full of dead people Inside, "He only needs to wear glasses to know the truth."

Can you know the truth by wearing glasses?What kind of superpower is this?

Doubt crossed Wujo Wu's mind, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He focused on the first sentence.

Thinking about the implication of the sentence "It would be great if that person was here", Gojo Goto didn't show anything, and folded his arms and replied, "Don't be lazy, aren't you smart too?"

While talking, suddenly there was a sound of hurried trotting from the floor outside, Gojo Satoru took Dazai Osamu and took a step back, completely engulfing the two of them in the darkness behind them.

"pat-"

The figure outside fell to the floor, and the wooden door reflected the person's modest stature, and it could be seen that it was a child.Before the fallen child had time to cry, he was picked up by the adults who came in a hurry and left the place immediately.

Obviously it was just a very ordinary scene, but at the same time, Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu's expressions changed.

"It's not bad luck." Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Gojo, it's your turn to contribute. Go over and have a look. The sound of the child falling down is not right."

Floors are not solid.

The underground of the shrine seems to be another world.

The steep stairs twisted and twisted, leading to a dark place, enough to see how deep it was.But it is very strong when you step on it, and there is not even much dust left on it, obviously due to frequent use.

But tonight seemed to be due to the sacrifice, so I didn't meet anyone all the way down.

"No wonder the police couldn't find their stronghold here. It turned out to be under the shrine." Gojo Satoru was amazed.

The rules of the shrine are strict, not to mention running, even walking has to be done lightly, and the mystery will not be discovered at all.And not every place is hollowed out, it's a coincidence that they can hit each other.

"After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place, but—" Osamu Dazai changed the subject, "It's probably not their stronghold yet."

"Ok?"

While talking, the two stepped down the last step in the dark, and their sight became clear. It turned out that the candlestick on the wall was burning with candlelight. There was a faint fragrance in the humid and cold air, and the smell came from the candlestick. I don't know what material the candle is made of.

There is a large space underground, and there are candlesticks at intervals. From a distance, there seem to be many forks in the depths of the dark passage.

"...Are these people gophers? Digging mazes underground?" Gojo Satoru was speechless.

"—This is the entrance." Osamu Dazai added what he hadn't finished before.