My script must be HE

That sentence seemed to be a switch, turning on something incredible.

The black 'tent' rose up.

The painful sound of punching to the flesh echoed in the 'tent'.

A few minutes later, three enthusiastic passer-bys lifted the 'tent' and walked into the house with the door open.

The hostess had already poured tea for them, and the three of them sat down on the sofa with their backs leaning against the wall. Xia Youjie and Jia Ruyan took out the sunglasses pinned to their collars and put them on together.

"Perfect solution." The sunglasses trio said.

Beside them, a curse spirit like dead wood tightly wrapped the curse master with a bruised nose and a swollen face.The heads of the curse spirits are as numerous as footballs, showing the appearance of human facial features, and the thick lips are almost attached to the face of the curser.

"Come on~ give me a kiss~" cursed Ling.

"Help!" Cursed Master.

The non-magician who didn't see the curse spirit turned his head, only to see the cursed man floating in mid-air as if his body was bound by the air.

She pursed her lips.

This curse spirit is a member of Xia Youjie's curse spirit 'Pokémon'.Xia Youjie's birth technique is [Spell Manipulation], as the name suggests, he can collect the subdued spells for his own use just like collecting Pokémon.

"Is that you? The curse master who killed the non-magic master and wanted to snatch the magic tool?" Xia Youjie asked.

The curse master couldn't break free from the embrace of the curse spirit, he stretched out his hand to cover the curse spirit's thick lips, with a look of horror on his face.

"I was wrong! Please let me go!" The Curser wished he could throw himself to the ground, "I promise I will never hurt ordinary people again!"

The housewife who belonged to the non-magician seemed to be curious, and approached the cursed man who was posing in mid-air with a strange shape.Because she just got home, she hasn't put down her bag yet.

Gojo Satoru looked up at the person who was already one step away from the Curser, and didn't make a sound to stop him.

After all, they are the strongest, even if the curse master wants to do something, they can't be faster than Xia Youjie, they can definitely guarantee the safety of this lady.

At the same time, the phone in his pocket vibrated.Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, and there was a series of unknown calls on the screen.He tilted his head to look, got up and went to the balcony, and answered the phone: "Moses, Moses?"

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone was Osamu Dazai who had left alone before.

It was rare for this classmate who was able to stay outside the class to take the initiative: "Wu Tiao, there is one thing I need to tell you."

"Set the restraint." Gojo Wu's departure did not affect Xia Youjie, he pointed to the non-magician who asked them to save his life, "Don't hurt this lady again, and compensate all the losses of the family you killed. "

This is what they discussed at the beginning.

快要挡不住咒灵的'爱意'的诅咒师几乎是瞬间答应：“没问题没问题！”似乎是怕夏油杰他们反悔一样,被揍服的诅咒师语速极快：“我发誓Don't hurt this lady! Will pay for..."

On the balcony, the classmate's slightly gloomy voice came from the phone to Gojo Wu's ears.

"That second-level curse spirit seems to be heading in your direction," he said.

As if to verify his words, there was a loud noise in the living room.

Xia Youjie's exclamation sounded at the same time.

"Glass?!"

A huge five-faced curse spirit protruded from the wall behind them, tightly wrapping the non-combatants who possessed the reversal spell.Xia Youjie looked away from the Curser for an instant, turned around and swung his fist to save his classmate.At the same time Gojo Satoru hung up the phone and rushed over from the balcony.

Almost instantly, Manu Ling was punched hard by Xia Youjie, hit the wall and was forced to let go of the gun.Gojo Satoru arrived in an instant, and took Yarui Glass by the shoulder to lead her away.

However, at this critical moment, the sound of knives piercing into the flesh came from the blind spot of their sight.

'Accident', it happened again.

"Who will want you, lose money..."

At this moment, the first-class spell tool worth tens of millions sank deeply into the curser's chest and pierced into his heart.Curser Ota opened his mouth and coughed up a pool of blood.

He looked forward in horror, unable to believe that he would be attacked by a non-magician.

And the non-artist holding the handle of the knife opened her red eyes, seeming to be crying or laughing, and what finally showed was an inextinguishable anger burning with life.

"Go to hell and make amends to my family, asshole," she said.

The weak little white rabbit showed her crimson pupils, it was an expression of hatred and madness, and she would rather drag the other party to hell together.

The five-faced curse spirit wailed, and its ten eyes looked at the only living human in the family of six.

The sudden change and the huge amount of information made the three college students subconsciously look at the howling curse spirit.

Family, they are family.Which family has always owned the magic tool?

However, at this moment, Xia Youjie paused.

He remembered the news he had seen.

{"...The fire killed the whole family of the owner of the house, an old man, two adults and three children. It is said that the bodies are all glued together, and it is impossible to tell who is who..."}

A family of six, but the curse spirit in front of him has only five faces.

At this moment of stupefaction, the first-level curse tool pierced the curse spirit imprisoning the curser at the same time, and the curse spirit dissipated under the characteristics of the curse tool, and Ota pulled out the dagger on his body the moment he was free.

There was a second piercing sound.

The non-magician let go of the hand holding the spell tool, staggered back a few steps and knelt on the ground, bent down and covered his neck.

"It turned out to be a fish that slipped through the net." Knowing that he could not escape, Ota used his last strength to counterattack the person who stabbed him, "I will send you to reunite."

The huge body of the five-faced curse spirit trembled.

In an instant, the slimy body grew like a balloon, and screams came out from the five mouths.

It ignored the three cursers around it like it was crazy, and rushed towards the curser who killed them desperately.

The five faces changed one after the other, obviously like facial masks, weird and identical.But at this time, it seemed that they had been given life, and the five faces showed their unique characteristics for the first time.

The dying ordinary man raised his head and saw the ugly monster in front of him.Five faces, five people who have lived.Her father, husband, and two children.

"..." She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to shout something.

In the next second, the runaway curse spirit disappeared before her eyes.

Like fireworks that exploded suddenly, and like fragments left by an angel.It's like a phantom in a dream, and it's like a 'death' that can't be saved in the end.

The bandaged boy who arrived at some unknown time put down his hand, his eyes were full of darkness and boredom that could not be dispelled.

"Ding dong."

The first-level spell tool fell on the floor tiles with a crisp sound.The curse master pulled out the culprit that caused this series of events, the first-level curse tool.

The Curser fell down.

Jia Ruozi seemed to wake up with a start, recovering from the sudden and rapid change.

"Wait, there is help..." She ran to the kneeling person.

But when she touched the body of the housewife who had only known her for less than a day, the fragile ordinary person fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

It's all over, within seconds.

Like bystanders outside the TV, the three students witnessed all this with their eyes.

Gojo Satoru leaned back and leaned against the wall: "He's dead, so what are we busy all afternoon for?"

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie lowered his eyes.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, and then swallowed the unpleasant words with rare sense of humor.

"It's really fragile, ordinary people." Liuyan Ming said.

He couldn't even wait for a cure, he was a weakling who was completely different from their sorcerers.

"So, as the strong, we need to protect such a weak non-magician." Xia Youjie looked away.

"The weak you mentioned killed a cursed master." Gojo Satoru pointed to the cursed master who was also not breathing.

"That's because we were used." Xia Youjie said, "It's just a coincidence."

The tired bandaged boy raised his head, his iris-colored eyes stared at Xia Youjie, indifferently as if observing an object.

Jiarui Nizi stretched out his hand and covered the wide eyes of the still warm corpse.

"I notified the assistant supervisor, they will come over to deal with it later." Jiarui Glass stood up.

Gojo Satoru: "Let's go."

There are so many people who die every day, and it's not like they haven't experienced other people's life and death.

This is probably just an insignificant little thing that belongs to the growth of young people.

The three students walked in front, and this time, Osamu Dazai walked last.

He hung at the back unhurriedly, and took out his mobile phone.

The glimmer of the phone screen was reflected in the iris pupils.

{Please tell me what to do, as long as I can get revenge, I can do anything! --unknown number}

He moved his thumb and deleted the message.

...

"As a non-artist, you have done a good job." The old man said with a voice like a dead wood.

Edogawa ran his legs up on the table, holding Carl in his arms, and seemed not to be listening at all.Standing behind him, Poe straightened his back, raised his forehead and put on sunglasses, like a dedicated bodyguard.

The old man sitting next to them was Councilor Rong Cang who had been brought over some time ago.

Seeing the cooperator's sloppy attitude, Councilor Eicang frowned: "The world of conjurers is no joke, Edogawa, I'm willing to give you a chance because I've heard about your abilities."

"It's so strange." Edogawa raised the little raccoon in a random step, and opened one eye.

There is only pure doubt in the green eyes: "Obviously you are also a non-magician, and you want to participate in the reform of the magic world. Why are you not confident?"

Why get involved when you plan to fail before you start?

Senator Eicang just sighed.

"It is impossible for a non-magician to beat a magician." A look of reminiscence emerged on his old face, "But I am an old bone, and I want to do something before I die."

"You're still young, Edogawa," he said. "You might die if you do something like that."

The prediction about people's hearts seems to have gone wrong again. Mr. Rongcang is only for his own ideals, not for rights.Edogawa Ranpo naturally ignored this difference. After all, he succeeded in fooling around, and Senator Eikura had already boarded his boat.

"I will succeed." Ranpo Edogawa put his head on Carl and elongated his voice.

"I am the great criminal Edogawa Ranpo who can become the leader of PortMafia by myself."