Vest hunting system

The room was very quiet, and Xia Youjie seemed to be able to hear the beating of his own heart.

Xia Youjie's Adam's apple moved slightly, and Kashima Kiyoshi's strange blessing made him uneasy: "What do you mean?"

Kashima Kiyoshi looked at the pieces of tea leaves floating up and down in the teacup, shielded the system in his brain that was buzzing and constantly sending out warnings, and ignored the red in front of his eyes.

"The curse also has two sides."

His fingers slid across the tea table, taking away the water stains on it, and encouraged him: "I can understand your thoughts, whether extreme or not, let's do it."

Lu Daoqing provoked a smile, looked up at Xia Youjie: "Anyway, I hope you can go on smarter."

Xia Youjie couldn't understand what Kashima Kiyoshi said, but there was something that Kashima Kiyoshi avoided talking about. Obviously, the two of them had reached a consensus.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Kashima Kiyoshi in disbelief: "So... you support it?"

"Hey, do you think I'm a very righteous person?" Kiyoshi Kashima replaced the wine with tea: "I won't say anything extra, I wish you success in finding your own path."

Xia Youjie's complexion was not very good, and he did not slow down because of Ka Dao Qing's last comfort, he accepted Ka Dao Qing's kindness stiffly.

"It's easy to find, but not so easy to change."

After Xia Youjie left only one sentence at the end, he withdrew and left.

The third conversation between the two people still broke up unhappy.

Kashima Kiyoshi was the only one left in the room.

He leisurely drank the tea in the cup, turned his back to the sunlight coming in from the window, and muttered to himself: "Once a person's thoughts are formed, it will be difficult to change."

"Human thinking is not formed overnight, so it cannot be easily changed with a few words."

He complained to the system in distress: "It's just a small blessing, why are you warning me that I changed the world line?"

The system sensed that something was wrong with the host, and it shyly dared not speak out between the world consciousness and the host.

"If you have to say it, it's just a trivial curse. Unless he dies suddenly, it won't happen."

The system exploded, wishing to materialize immediately and plug Kiyoshi Kashima's mouth.

Sure enough, the next moment Kiyoshi Kashima diverted his thinking and continued his analysis.

"It's because you are afraid. On this world line, Xia Youjie's fate is doomed for him to choose an extreme path. From the three-month script you gave me, it is known that he successfully betrayed and became a magician." The most evil curse master in the world—"

"Since his goal is to destroy all ordinary people..." Kashima Kiyoshi sat lazily in the shadows, took out a thin cigarette, and played with it in his hand.

Thinking of what Gojo Satoru said before, about the time traveler, the vest that retains self-awareness, he gradually understood something, played with the gadget in his hand, fine-tuned the plan in his mind, and gradually gathered it in the right direction.

"This kind of thing that sounds very evil is destined to fail." Kashima Kiyoshi drew the corners of his mouth mockingly.

He flicked his fingers slightly, passing the time meaninglessly: "Xia Youjie is a man of action and his technique is easy to cause trouble, so let's assume it's bloody. A few years later, he planned an action." , and then due to various reasons, he was killed by his best friend Gojo Satoru himself."

"At that time, the blessing I just mentioned with strong emotions may turn into a curse, so that Xia Youjie failed to pass away when he was dying, and instead became a curse spirit."

Almost all guessed.

The system almost crashed, and he wanted to prevent the host from continuing to analyze with a haha, even temporarily ignoring the warning to Kiyoshi Kashima just now.

"No." Kashima Kiyoshi became more interested: "If Xia Youjie's ending is destined to be death, you will not be so anxious."

"A more reasonable guess is that Xia Youjie is not important to the world line, but something after his death is more important."

"After becoming a curse spirit, what Xia Youjie can't leave behind...is either the spell power or the corpse."

"Am I right? System."

The system is as quiet as a quail, choosing to use silence to resist Kashima Kiyoshi's analysis.

Can't wait for the system's answer, even Kashima Kiyoshi who has the bottom of his heart feels bored: "Isn't it just a fire?"

"As long as everything goes back to normal before I and the traverser leave, it won't be considered changing the world line, right?"

The system spoke with difficulty: "No, time has a butterfly effect. Even if Xia Youjie defected now, he has already changed because of your behavior."

Kashima Kiyoshi got up and threw away the crumpled unlit cigarette in his hand.

"According to what you said, I can't continue my mission." Kashima Kiyoshi reminded: "It is very likely that a single action I don't know will have a huge impact on the future. The system is contradictory."

The system immediately retorted: "There is no contradiction, what I'm telling is the truth." It rarely became angry, and after thinking that these were not Kashima Kiyoshi's problems, it lost all arrogance, and explained lazily: "The host and I will always be together. on one front."

"It's just that the host currently has insufficient permissions to obtain this information."

Kiyoshi Kashima nodded slightly: "This prevents me from looking forward to the day when I get a higher authority."

"The host, please be prepared. After the mission is over, you will most likely face the punishment of changing the world line."

"Deduct money?"

"It's not about money, it's..."

Kashima Kiyoshi waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money."

The system wanted to explain something, but Wujo Satoru suddenly jumped in.

"What did you say to Jie?" Gojo Satoru understood after a while—he was deliberately distracted by Kashima Kiyoshi.

Gojo Satoru picked up Kashima Kiyoshi's collar, his eyes brightened with anger, and looked down at his plastic friend.

Kiyoshi Kashima calmly tore away Gojo Satoru and grabbed his fingers.

Gently breaking Gojo Wu's fingers apart one by one, Kashima Kiyoshi replied slowly: "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing for me to chat with Xia Youjie alone."

Under the pressure of Wujo Wu, he even had the mood to tease: "I am a psychological counselor, and I am going through the normal process to relieve his psychological pressure. Maybe you will thank me in a few years."

"It's best like this." Gojo Satoru gave him a deep look: "I hope we can always be friends."

Is this saying in disguise that you can’t be friends if you cheat?

What a lovely view of friendship.

Kashima Kiyoshi suddenly flashed a picture of when he met Wujo Wu in the last mission. At that time, Wujo Wu's tone was dangerous, and he suspected that he always agreed with Xia Youjie's point of view.

Thinking of this, Kashima Kiyoshi said in a strange way: "Actually, for me, although it is a bit extreme, I still agree with Jie's point of view."

Gojo Wu choked up, and his anger was extinguished a bit: "Protecting non-conjurers or something is just average, and nothing extreme." Obviously he has been acting in accordance with Xia Youjie's principles, but Gojo Wu said duplicity: "I hate his kind of righteousness."

Kashima Kiyoshi didn't tell the truth, but smiled and said nothing.

That's not what he said.

As for what Kashima Kiyoshi said, Gojo Satoru didn't suddenly come to his senses until after he finished his mission and left.

Gojo Satoru supported his chin with his hand, and resumed his usual posture: "I can barely trust you. Although I feel that these days have become a little strange, I can kill you at any time anyway, it doesn't matter."

Kiyoshi Kashima spread his hands, squinted his eyes slightly, and smiled very frankly: "Yes, you have always been able to kill me easily."

Gojo Satoru's technique is currently only effective for Kashima Kiyoshi.

He stretched out his finger, made a gesture to Kashima Kiyoshi, accompanied by the onomatopoeia in his mouth, pretended to activate the skill, and made an innocuous joke:

"Boom."

"Bam—"

In the second half of the night of the high school, accompanied by the sound of a huge building collapse, it entered an extraordinary moment.

enemy attack.

An enemy attack on the interior of the high school.

Kiyoshi Kashima sat in the dormitory, made himself a pot of tea unhurriedly, and picked up the novel that he hadn't read since he put it down last time.

Accompanied by the noise outside the window, Kiyoshi Kashima reluctantly read the contents of the book.

Gojo Satoru sat opposite, a little restless, habitually wanting to go out to check the situation and get rid of the intruders.

Although he knows very well that the intruder outside is another self, the one who gave him sweets [Gojo Satoru].

Kashima Kiyoshi read another page of the book, and he turned the pages slowly.

"Hasn't our plan started too? Don't worry."

The king of curses is interesting.

The book in his hand still couldn't attract Kiyoshi Kashima's attention, and he began to simulate what would happen next in his mind again.

What will happen to the traverser now?

Kiyoshi Kashima licked the corner of his mouth, looking forward to meeting [Gojo Satoru] next.

"His goal is Tianyuan."

Kashima Kiyoshi glanced at the phone, and after confirming that it was correct, he calmly continued to lower his head and tried hard to read the book with poor writing.

There were sounds one after another outside, all kinds of sounds mixed together, colliding into a lively night.

The ear-piercing siren howled uninterruptedly, constantly exaggerating the tense atmosphere.

The hurried footsteps of the conjurer, the whistling wind, and the meaningless howling of the conjurer were more lively than during the day.

Wujo Wujo was amazed: "My ears are getting tired of the noise, but you can still watch it?"

Kashima Kiyomasa looked at a pretentious sentence in the book and frowned, and was noncommittal to Gojo Satoru's words: "Anyway, he wouldn't attack these innocent buildings."

The conjurers stood outside the Xingxing Palace, pushing and shoving into a ball, none of them dared to lift their feet up a step of the stairs.

Outside the main entrance of the Xingxing Palace, the curse spirits are densely concentrated in this open space with their front feet against their back feet. On the steps, [Wujo Satoru] leaned on the throne made of piles of white bones, with his right hand propped up to get off work, and casually said : "Welcome to the front hall of hell."

In the dormitory, Kiyoshi Kashima turned over the pages of the book, looked at the sentence that came into view, and read it out in a murmur: "The poor demons were burned by the fire, and they showed their ferocious faces in the scorching pain. The trembling fear is also a warning to others."

[Gojo Satoru] Glancing at the conjurers gathered in the distance, he stopped paying attention, and put his focus back on the black curse spirit in front of him——

"You poor ghosts."