Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

When Shuji Tsushima woke up, there was a gray haze in front of his eyes.

The faint but dazzling hope like a star is clearly within reach, but the feeling of missing it is so desperate that his eyes are still gloomy and oppressive.

Shuji Tsushima slowly shook the palm that was a little stiff from sleeping for too long.

The slight numbness and hot feeling caused by the stretching of the nerves spread quickly from the arms to the brain like insects and ants.

He had an illusion, as if in the early morning of the day when he fled from Tsushima's house, Lianyang was held tightly by him, and the hand that had been held for several long hours of darkness was still obediently placed in his palm.

He subconsciously wanted to hold on to the warm, soft, small hand that belonged to a child, but it brought an infinite sense of reassurance.

But this time, in his tightly clenched hands as always, what he grasped was only an empty nothingness.

"Yo, you're awake."

An annoying voice that made people gnash their teeth just by listening to it sounded from a very close place.

Shuji Tsushima turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru with a relaxed smile on his face, with sharp hatred like a needle piercing in his eyes.

"You, this, bastard!" He almost bit the words between his teeth and said them.

The white-haired boy with a handsome face took off his sunglasses and was shaking them in his hands boredly. He revealed a pair of piercing and beautiful ice-blue eyes, and said frivolously to Shuji Tsushima, "Everyone You said don’t be so hostile to me, I’m on your side and I’m serious about helping you.”

Shuji Tsushima sat up with his arms propped up.

Only then did he realize that the place he was in was an all-white room. The narrow single beds covered with snow-white sheets were neatly arranged in the room like an anatomy table, and there were medicine cabinets and various medical supplies on display against the wall. , and a little bit in the corner, there are medical instruments such as scalpels, which are flickering with a disturbing cold light.

And he was sitting on the single bed like an anatomy table, with the same empty beds covered with white cloth on both sides.

The room was lifeless, giving only a sense of oppression and uneasiness.

But Shuji Tsushima didn't care about these, there was no place more lifeless and disgusting than the ghostly Tsushima mansion in the old days, and there was only one issue he cared about now.

"Where did you take Lian Yang?"

"Ah, that kid?" Gojo Satoru thought for a while and said, "Now he should be being inspected by the higher-ups to assess whether he is very harmful."

"What will happen if it is judged to be very harmful...?" Shuji Tsushima's voice trembled when he asked this question, but he already had an answer in his heart.

He knew very well from the beginning that people's fear and fear of the unknown would kill Reo Tsushima, so he obviously stood by for so long, but finally made up his mind because of Erina's appearance and Uchiyama Kanako's death, To participate in the world of Reo Tsushima.

"I will die." Gojo Satoru said, "Once the group of guys who are more disgusting than rotten herrings find that they cannot control it, it is almost inevitable that they will be sentenced to secret death."

"I've seen this kind of thing a lot." His voice was low, with an aloof and piercing coolness, "For the sake of safety, forcing others to sacrifice their lives, forcing others to make sacrifices, this is a conjurer."

Gojo Satoru showed a smile to Shuji Tsushima, "Does it sound bad, but it's a pity, as the weak, you can't resist, you can only be at the mercy of others."

Shuji Tsushima forced himself to calm down. He said, "But Lianyang is not so uncontrollable, is he? The coquettish requests he has made so far are just things that can be easily done. Unless Lianyang asks Erina to come out on weekdays, Otherwise, Erina would never show up voluntarily, Lianyang is just an ordinary child when Erina is not appearing, and there is no threat to you at all."

"Yeah." Gojo Satoru nodded, and he said casually, "You're right."

"But this entrustment was proposed by your father to the high-level officials through his capacity as a member of parliament. He seemed to be very afraid that his son would have a curse spirit, and he was clamoring for us to exorcise him immediately. Look at his agitated expression. It looks like there's no room for maneuver."

"It's just a child who has never met. The high-level officials will not turn against the ministers because of him."

Shuji Tsushima sat on the pale single bed with his head bowed in silence for a long time before he spoke softly, "...then I'll kill him now."

He raised his head, slightly curly iris-colored hair hanging down the side of his face, a pair of beautiful iris-colored pupils concealed shocking madness and indifference, and that immature face that belonged to a child was full of thoughtful thoughts. Seriously, he asked, "If Tsushima Ueiro dies now, immediately, immediately, is there still time?"

Gojo Goto was stunned for a while, then laughed softly, and he praised, "You guy, you're crazy too!"

He stood up and put his hand on Shuji Tsushima's head, "Don't worry, didn't I promise to help you?"

Shuji Tsushima raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru, his eyes were firm and full of hostility, but for some reason, Gojo Satoru always felt that this child was not as strong as he showed.

He is actually very similar to his brother.

They all give people a sense of loneliness and vulnerability that rejects everything.

"The weak can't resist, they are at the mercy of others." Gojo Satoru repeated what he said before, casually opened the sunglasses in his hand and put them back on the bridge of his nose, covering his ice blue eyes Hitomi's sunglasses said with the arrogance and pride of a teenager, "But, I am the strongest."

"...What do you want me to do for you?"

Shuji Tsushima pursed his lips, and finally spit out such a sentence.

Wujo Satoru knew that such a cold-sounding sentence meant that the child with a thick heart in front of him finally tried to trust others.

Well, even if it is a last resort.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, but there is one thing I want to inform you in advance." Wujo Satoru said, "Even if I can fight for Reyo Tsushima not to be sentenced to death, it is unlikely that you will be with him in the future." stay together."

"Reyo Tsushima is a body that is inhabited by a curse spirit. Even though it seems that the curse spirit in his body is well controlled by him, it cannot be ruled out that there will be some accidents in the future that will cause the curse spirit to lose control. Threatening other people, therefore, even if I can help him avoid the death penalty, the necessary imprisonment and observation cannot be avoided."

"You have to endure the loneliness of being alone, and walk in this world lonely from now on."

"How?" Wujo Wujo looked at him condescendingly and said, "Can it be done?"

Shuji Tsushima pleaded, "Can't I be imprisoned with him?"

"No, okay." Gojo Satoru denied Shuji Tsushima's request word by word, "The curse spirit in Rei Tsushima's body is the type that needs someone to cooperate with it. If you complete his three demands After that, what should I do if I ask the curse spirit to help the two of you escape? What if the curse spirit suddenly goes mad and asks you for something that you can’t fulfill? And according to the first case, the curse spirit can kill you with a curse The type of other people, what if someone is implicated in death because you can't fulfill your demands?"

"You can't be responsible for the death of others." Wujo Satoru concluded.

Shuji Tsushima opened his mouth, wanting to refute Wujo Wu's words, and told him that Lianyang would never hurt him, and he could also assure Wujo Wu that they would never run away without authorization.

But the words came to his throat, and he was choked again, unable to speak out anyway.

Shuji Tsushima was speechless.

He couldn't produce evidence to prove what he wanted to promise, and no one would believe that the curse spirit gathered by the dirty and negative emotions could really control him.

The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, and finally returned to the pitch-black silence.

Shuji Tsushima said in a low voice, "There's nothing I can't do. Before I met Lianyang, I've been living like this. Now it's just going back to the past."

The expression on the face of the kite-haired and kite-eyed child gradually became indifferent and cold, and the pupils were heavy, absorbing all the light like a black hole. He looked at Wujo Wu, "But Lianyang is only temporarily entrusted to you."

The words were pale and powerless.

"It's very enlightening."

The corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth curled up, and he waved his hand as a farewell, then turned and pushed open the door of the infirmary, "Then, it's almost time, I should go see the situation on the other side."

Shuji Tsushima sat alone in the empty room silently, against the background of the wide and quiet space, the small figure appeared endlessly dazed.

Outside the door was a long, dim corridor. Under the pale light, the smooth floor reflected cold, distorted waves. Xia Youjie was already leaning against the wall with his arms folded, waiting for him.

"How about it?"

"Talk to him." Gojo Satoru said, "Where's that dead old man? Are you still making a fuss over there?"

"That's what Nitro said."

"Cut." Gojo Satoru said with some displeasure, "The higher-ups are all rubbish, and I still have to step in."

"They probably don't want to offend the councilors and ministers because of such a trivial matter, and they dare not ignore your opinion, so let's practice Tai Chi there." Xia Youjie said, "Also, I told you not to call yourself 'Lao Tzu' , It's too rude, did you say that in front of children?"

"I'm polite in front of that kid, don't slander me." Gojo Satoru said.

"You guys better be like this."

While arguing, they walked towards the meeting room inside the high school.

There are two auxiliary supervisors who are responsible for conveying the meaning of the upper level of the magic world, and they are already sitting there in charge of negotiating with Eiro Tsushima, and now they are only waiting for Gojo Satoru, who represents another opinion, to arrive at the scene.

Gojo Satoru, who was late for half an hour confidently, opened the sliding door and sat down on the single sofa without even saying hello, while Xia Youjie leaned against the door, ready to watch the play.

The aura of these two unscrupulous high school students seemed to be stronger than the three adults sitting in the conference room combined.

The auxiliary supervisors who were still chattering one set of words after another to argue with Eiro Tsushima fell silent all of a sudden.

Tsushima Ueiro also reacted, looking at Gojo Satoru with a cold expression.

"It seems that this is the person who can really take charge."

Gojo Satoru smiled, and raised his chin arrogantly, "That's right, so if you have any opinions, just tell me directly."

Standing at the door, Xia Youjie held his forehead helplessly, and muttered to himself, "Don't call yourself 'Lao Tzu' after you've said it."

Tsushima Ueiro frowned, a little displeased with Gojo Satoru's rude gesture, "Forget it, I won't bother with you about the things that kept me waiting, all in all, you must give me Tsushima Rei Central exorcism..."

He was interrupted just halfway through his words.

"—I wouldn't listen anyway."

Gojo Satoru uttered the next sentence slowly.