In order to draw manga, I acted all over the world

Gojo Satoru returned to the school and went straight to Noctua Masamichi's room.

Night Moth was holding the scissors to cut off the excess thread for the doll. Seeing him coming in angrily, his long legs swept away all the bones of the curse, and the magic power contained in the short black stick in his hand burst out with an unusually bright blue light.

"Enlightenment...!" Ye Mo Zhengdao met his ruthlessly red eyes, and stopped speaking abruptly.

Gojo Satoru squeezed the short stick in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "The existence of this kind of thing will only bring trouble, why don't I destroy it?"

"Don't!" Night Moth Zhengdao broke out in cold sweat, "This... This is the only item he left behind, if you destroy it..."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help sneering when he saw him racking his brains to convince himself.

"The only item?"

He beckoned to the trembling Knotweed Yuren behind him, and Knotaba Youren stepped forward bravely, and handed his mobile phone to Noctua Zhengdao.

The image of Gojo Satoru being stabbed through the heart by Fu Heisher broke into his eyes, and Noctua Masamune's heartbeat almost stopped.

He asked in horror: "What's going on?"

"I still want to ask you," Gojo Satoru said, "the only ones who knew about this battle were the three of us—I remember you taught him the reversal technique, did he not die?"

Night Moth said rightly: "!!"

Discovered by Gojo Satoru!

Noctua Moth Zhengdao couldn't help feeling sad, and took all precautions. He guarded against all possible ways of exposure. He never thought that he would eventually reveal his secrets in such an impossible place like comics!

Who the hell drew this thing! !

Night Moth Zhengdao quickly browsed through the manga, and the degree of restoration of the manga was very high, as if he had seen Wujo Wu's battle with his own eyes... Would Wujo Wu believe it when he said it was drawn by Fu Heisher?

As soon as this idea came up, Gojo Satoru said coldly: "He also liked manga back then."

"You bought him a lot of comic books, and they all disappeared a year after his death."

"You still told me to take it and burn it," Gojo Satoru was like a beast that had stepped on a hunter's trap in the forest and was stimulated by the pain and was on the verge of erupting. "This spell is the same, you said it was him It was hidden in your office before, but you forgot to take it out?"

"Wu, calm down!"

Noctua Masamune hurriedly comforted him. Although Gojo Satoru didn't make any particularly drastic moves, sharp thorns stood up all over his body, making his intuition keep screaming for danger.

"How do you tell me to calm down! You already knew he wasn't dead, right?"

Facing Wujo Wu's questioning, Ye Mo Zhengdao broke into cold sweat and dared not look at him at all.

Gojo Satoru became more and more certain, "You knew it all along, but you didn't intend to tell me. You clearly know how much I care about his affairs."

"How can I say it!"

Night Moth Zhengdao also broke out: "Things are not what you think, he has no chance to use the reversal technique to resurrect, he even—"

"What?" Gojo Satoru asked aggressively.

Anyway, it’s come to this point, Noctua Zhengdao straightened his heart and said frankly: “His body has been occupied by other people, but only a part of his consciousness remains. That person uses the particularity of his body to constantly devour him The curse spirit strengthens itself..."

Ye Mozheng said that he took out a photo from his wallet, which looked like a screenshot of a surveillance video somewhere. In the screenshot, the person was wearing a black kimono, tied a high ponytail with a red headband, and had long hair hanging down to his waist. Raising his head, his red eyes seemed to be looking at people outside through the camera.

Ye Mozheng pointed to the black stitches on the man's forehead and said: "That thing is in his mind, too many spells have been fused together, and his waking hours are getting less and less... I borrowed spells from him. It happened several months ago, but he only remembered it in the past few days..."

The matter between Wujo Wu and him is very complicated. If it weren't for Wujo Wu, he wouldn't have come to the college, and he wouldn't have died... Although he was worried that he would stimulate Wujo Wu if he came back with a fake corpse, Ye Mo Zhengdao was even more afraid of coming back Not him, but something more terrifying.

Gojo Satoru's expression gradually changed from rage to silence. He stared at the photo, didn't reach out to take it, but asked, "Are you sure it's him?"

"Sure, this is him." Noctua Zhengdao said firmly, "I brought back the person I brought back to school, how could I admit my mistake."

"But this is not at all like the person who rescued Jay," Gojo Satoru said, "If it was really him, he not only saved Jay, but also attacked Megumi and Tsumiki, the kid from Kamo's family, who claims to be the strongest now Curser...where did he find the time to draw?"

Noctua Moth Zhengdao couldn't answer a series of questions, he nodded his head and said, "How do I know, maybe it was commissioned to draw by others."

Without waiting for Wutiaowu to refute, Ye Mozheng said: "Anyway, this is him, and he told me not to tell you the news that he is alive, or you will run to him like an old mother again, which is even more annoying than Jie."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Knotabazu Yuhito.

Knotabagi Yuhito, who was listening enthusiastically beside him, shuddered: "?!"

Old, mother, son.Someone actually used this kind of vocabulary to describe Teacher Wutiao!

Knotabagi Yuhito's admiration for that man quickly filled up.

He blinked, seeing Gojo Satoru still staring at him, couldn't help but said, "Maybe he doesn't want Mr. Gojo to know because he's in a bad state right now...?"

You Ren swallowed Su Nuo's fingers on both sides, and Su Nuo would sometimes talk to him. They were not considered a fusion, and Su Nuo had no influence on him, but he still inevitably cared about it.

If it's a fusion... no matter whose consciousness is the leader, is he really okay with the thought impact of so many curse spirits?

Even though he had never met the person they were talking about, a look of worry could not help but appear on the face of Hibiki Yuzuhiro.

Gojo Satoru recalled the report he had received before, that a curser whom he suspected to be following had gone mad on the side of the street and destroyed several buildings, and recalled the photo sent by the window, the silhouette in black with a high ponytail... maybe it's him.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't stay any longer, "I'll go find him."

Wujo Satoru wanted to personally confirm whether he was alive or not.

A guy who can forcibly fuse super-level spell spirits into his body, can someone really occupy his body?

Wujo Wu sneered, he took a long leg, and within a few steps he reached the door, Ye Mozheng wanted to tell him not to be impulsive, but he stopped suddenly.

The tall figure turned around, and he put on the blindfold again, with the same smile on his face: "By the way, Youruhito, go and help me get that manga back, I really want to read it."

Just now he saw Kishibe Rohan replying to other fans' messages, and what he sent was a sketch that had already been completed.

Knotweed Youruhito: "I can't do this!"

How could the cartoonist's manuscript be shown to others casually, besides, he is not a fan of Dusk.

"You can find Kei for this kind of thing." Hirohito Kojo remembered that there was a full set of Twilight's manga in Fukuro Megumi's room, and he had received an invitation to commemorate the third anniversary of one of the manga.

"Then you ask him to come with you," Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Teacher is looking for someone first, and I look forward to hearing good news from you."

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Italy.

Hearing the speech of the villain simulated by Oda Kazuyuki, Giorno didn't feel cold, but asked strangely: "If you really don't care about strangers, when you hear me tell your dream, you will not hesitate kill me?"

As a passionate organization member, he was so calm when he heard Giorno's words that he wanted to overthrow the organization. Giorno almost thought he had the same idea as himself.

But he made such a cold decision in the bar, rejecting Bucciarati without even thinking about it, which made Giorno feel that he couldn't see through him.

Oda Kazuyuki simply didn't know what to say, he had never been a serious villain, and there were loopholes everywhere in what he did, but fortunately there was still a chance to make amends.

He readjusted his expression, looked at Giorno with slightly contemptuous eyes, imitated Dazai Osamu's usual tone of admonishing Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and said, "I don't think you can realize this unrealistic dream."

"The power of the organization is all over Italy, and its strength is far beyond your imagination. Just relying on your so-called preparations, and the double who just awakened and can't even use it, you want to overthrow it?"

The expression on Giorno's face turned into fright and anger, Oda Kazuyuki continued his efforts, and continued to say in a cold and cruel tone: "I didn't kill you because I think you are better than those on the street who pinned all their hopes on lottery tickets." The poor ghosts still can't see the form clearly, so pitiful that it makes people laugh."

Giorno: "..."

He took a deep breath: "Is that what you think?"

Oda Kazuyuki nodded contentedly, seeing his reaction, his villain finally stood up.

Giorno asked: "I can understand that you think the organization is too large and we have no hope, so you say this?"

He still doesn't believe that Oda Kazuyuki is such a despicable and evil person. When his intuition conflicts with what he sees, Giorno chooses to trust his intuition.

Oda Kazuyuki felt that Giorno's idea was a bit wrong, but the general idea was correct, so he nodded again.

Giorno said: "In this case, let's make a bet. Didn't you say that the power of the organization is all over Italy? If I can find those two people and take them away, it will prove that the organization is not omnipotent. I am not There is no hope at all."

He looked at Oda Kazuyuki, his emerald green eyes shining brightly: "When the time comes, I want you to join me and fulfill my dream together."

Oda Kazuyuki opened his eyes wide and looked at him unexpectedly.

Although this idea is arrogant...but it's really exciting!

Always stick to your ideals, complete tasks that others cannot accomplish in a powerful organization, and use practical actions to persuade people who are not optimistic about yourself to join the team... Just thinking about this kind of thing makes people feel excited.

Oda Kazuyuki said loudly, "Just bet!"

If it wasn't for his rationality, he would have said, hurry up and do it for me!I like you!

Giorno's idea is so wonderful, Oda Kazuyuki originally planned to bring him with him, let him find a chance to get the address from himself... Wait, if Giorno doesn't get the address from himself, how can he find someone? ?Ask Tobio?

Such a blatant sabotage of the organization's transaction, Tobio's overzealous boss chef will not kill him, Oda and Yukio.

Moreover, those two drug-making stand-in messengers can bring huge profits to the organization, and they have long been protected by Diablo's personal guards. If Giorno wants to take them away, he will definitely meet the personal guards head-on .

He has just awakened the substitute, can he win?

Seeing the back of Giorno rushing back to discuss with Buccarati, Oda Kazuko was heartbroken and couldn't help thinking... How about opening a trumpet to join in?

...Forget it, he doesn't have the skills to play two roles, in order not to wear the gang, the trumpet will die soon after opening, if the relationship with Giorno is good, maybe he will stay with him psychological shadow.

Thinking of the people who were stimulated by his escape back then, Oda Kazuyuki dismissed this tempting thought.

He took out his mobile phone, intending to forge a non-existent intelligence provider and send Giorno the information about the brothers, but just after he unlocked the screen, the mobile phone with good performance got stuck.

Countless tweets popped up, and Kazuko Oda clicked on one of them.

Green Mackerel Saigao: Good!Is Mr. Twilight finally releasing a new manga? @You Rongshe Dusk

Kishibe Rohan replied below, not a new manga, but a previous manuscript.

Oda Kazuyuki suddenly had a bad feeling, he clicked on the original Twitter, and saw the manuscript that he had sealed up there, "..."

Does Gojo Satoru use Twitter?Shouldn't you be playing?

Oda Kazuyuki hurriedly swipe down to read the comments, but he didn't see a speech similar to Gojo Satoru's in the comments. He just breathed a sigh of relief when a new comment came into his eyes.

I always like Red Crow Crow: Is Teacher Lu Ban on Teacher Twilight's side?Can you help us to promote the greeting cards of "Into the Darkness", we went to Yokohama to promote and only printed [-] copies, all of which were sold out in the morning, and many people said that they wanted the coloring page of the breakup of Aoi Mackerel and Little Gray Hat at the airport. woo woo woo woo

The blades are not enough: Yes, if possible, please don’t mention our promotion in Yokohama, we want to give Teacher Huang a surprise~

"Into the Dark"

Promoting in Yokohama...

Oda Kazuyuki's eyes darkened: "...!!!"