The strongest he will never OOC

"Nanase Haruka, Hazuki Nagisa—" Gojo Gojo hummed, pointing to another boy with brown hair and green eyes who naturally appeared in the queue, "Tachibana Makoto, right?"

They are now on the roof of the school building, Gojo Satoru temporarily borrowed a few students from the school for work reasons.The man stretched his legs and squatted on the bench with extremely low quality, sizing up the three teenagers in front of him, while Zhou stood aside, swallowing the last crab sandwich with nothing to do with himself.

"Well, it sounds like a girl's name." Gojo Satoru raised a smug smile and raised his mobile phone, "Let's take a group photo and send it to Hui to see, there are so many people with his name A girl like that, he will be very happy—come and see the camera, three, two, one, eggplant!"

Three ordinary teenagers: ...

How can you be happy about that kind of thing!

"Okay, let's get down to business now!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands together and put his palms together on his lower lip, "Boys, who else knows about the mackerel curse spirit seen in the swimming pool that day?"

mackerel?

Hearing what she was interested in, Haruka Nanase raised her eyes sharply, "I only told Nagisa and Makoto that there really are mackerel that big, right?"

"Hey, this..." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, "It stands to reason that it's not a mackerel, it just looks a lot like it." Then he saw the light in the black-haired boy's eyes go out suddenly, and there was a burst of pain in the man's heart. With a subtle sense of familiarity, he glanced at the magic spirit who was idly watching the scenery.

"Sorry, but what kind of rare fish is that?" asked the tall boy named Tachibana Makoto who came last, "Because only Haruka saw it, we always thought it was his hallucination."

"It's not a fish—" the man shook his fingers, and moved his gaze to the indifferent black-haired boy in the middle, "Hey, Nanase-san, can you come with us? Go and see that 'mackerel' '."

"Are you from the Japanese Secret Investigation Bureau!" Ye Yuezhu interrupted, with a worried face, "Xiaoyao, don't go out with them, it might be some strange organization!"

"I can hear it!" Gojo Satoru sighed helplessly. He didn't like to do this kind of low-level investigation task, but he was too lazy to explain the nature of their work to ordinary people, and in most cases he would be misunderstood.

The man put it another way, "I'm a teacher in some kind of...religious theology school."

"Ah! I know! That swimming pool really has ghosts!" Ye Yuezhu yelled, the expression on his face suddenly changed from vigilance to excitement, "You guys are here to investigate urban ghost stories and save the undead, right? !"

"Bingo!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "Although the saying is different, the difference is not that big, so I need the cooperation of Nanase who has witnessed the 'dead spirit'!"

"Can we go too?" Ye Yuezhu asked, "Makoto and I."

"No." When ordinary people are taken to remove the curse, they will be scolded miserably by Night Moth. "Only Nanase who can see that thing can go."

Ye Yuezhu showed a disappointed expression, but quickly recovered, and patted his friend's shoulder in a serious manner, making a cheering gesture, "Be careful, Xiaoyao!"

Tachibana Makoto also showed a considerate expression, "When you come back, we will use salt-baked mackerel to wash you off."

"No..." Nanase Haruka frowned, "If that thing isn't a mackerel, I don't want to go."

The teenager's refusal made the atmosphere suddenly stagnate.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows slightly distressed, wiped the mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth, and asked the man, "What should I do? Shall I knock him out and take him away?"

It was the first time that Mana Spirit spoke in front of them, and his clear voice carried the smell of mint sea waves.

Nanase Haruka looked at him keenly. He was born with an indescribable love for water. This was the first time that he felt the same emotion in other people.

The delicate-looking long-haired boy in front of him reminded Nanase Haruka of a sleeping whale in the deep sea. His body seemed to contain extremely powerful power, and he could easily set off a violent sea hurricane.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the curse spirit who proposed to be stunned and taken away, then at Nanase Haruka who was in deep thought, got up and stretched lazily.

"No, we can go by ourselves. At most, let Yidizhi write an insider's report." The man stretched his muscles, "Anyway, there are often insiders who don't cooperate, and we forge reports by ourselves. There are so many spell incidents. , the upper layer will not be screened layer by layer."

"Wait, I'll go with you." Nanase Haruka changed his mind. He didn't know why he blurted out, but seeing the white-haired man's widening smile, he realized that he seemed to be in love Set up.

"Since you agreed, there is no room for regret, Nanase-san!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands happily, "Very good, let's go to the swimming pool together!"

Zhou sighed regretfully, it was a pity that he couldn't learn the scene of knocking out and kidnapping in the movie.

"Put away your horrible thoughts." Gojo Satoru rubbed the top of the day's head, "Yi Dizhi is waiting for us below, after solving this incident today, go eat the famous local seafood pot!"

When it comes to eating, he nodded seriously, "Add another sea salt ice cream, I saw the billboard just now, it's a very popular brand on TV!"

"Yes Yes--"

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Inside the abandoned swimming pool.

The gloomy high wall is covered with weird graffiti written in red strokes. The waterproofing of the roof has been corroded, and yellow sewage seeps into the wall from the ceiling. Every time it rains, a layer of sewage will be soaked. The red rust stains were mixed with the rainwater and washed down, forming wavy blood-colored water stains.

The windows of the entire swimming pool are in the direction of backlight, the sun cannot penetrate, and the humidity near the sea cannot be discharged, and the air is more humid than outside.The light in the museum is dim, and the surrounding area is covered with a layer of gray light blue. Because it is too empty, every step will echo with layers of echoes, knocking on the iron storage cabinet on the wall, shaking off the dry rust and dust .

Day walks at the forefront, as a super-level curse spirit, he is not afraid of such emotions at all. Compared with the ghost legends fabricated by humans, the most terrifying thing is actually himself.

Gojo Satoru felt the filth of the surrounding mantra through the sunglasses, very slight traces, but there was nothing to hide under the "six eyes".

The rust-red filth stretches along the ceiling like a distant one, forming a rounded curve, like the water stains left by the passing of fish fins.

Nanase Haruka had already been stored in Yidichi's car by them, and this guy still couldn't enter the scene to identify him until the curse spirit was completely dealt with.

The tip of Hiroshi's nose moved, and he smelled the pungent smell of sea water in the air, which was different from the fresh scent he smelled next to the Kanagawa temple, but with a smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

It smells like a curse.

The curse spirit boy turned his head and asked, "What level did you say the judgment was for the curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the faint filth on the wall, "Level four? Level three?"

He smiled lightly, and he knew that there was no kindness above. The traces of filth on the wall were indeed very shallow, but they were too uniform. The filth left by ordinary weak spell spirits was also intermittent, like a toy battery with insufficient power.

And if such uniform traces are to be left, there is only one reason. The curse that Hiroshi will face in this personal mission is definitely an intelligent creature, which intentionally compresses and hides its own strength. level above.

If it is an ordinary freshman in a high school, it is almost impossible to exorcise the quasi-first-level curse spirit when he has just entered the school and has no actual combat experience, and he will definitely suffer serious injuries.

The thoughts of those rotten oranges above are clearly revealed.

If Hiru is really an ordinary student, he will definitely be injured, even if it is a warning to Gojo Satoru; if Hiru's strength has exceeded the quasi-level, then once he uses transcendent spell power in battle, he will be forced by the upper echelon When registering for advanced spells and spells, there are many things to investigate on his Wujo Wu.

Even if Gojo Satoru followed to supervise, he was ordered not to act unless it was in an emergency. As long as his magic power was detected on the spot and those rotten oranges were not satisfied, he would face more troubles in the future.

"That's despicable." Gojo twisted his fingers, stretching his muscles and bones with a click.

"Born from darkness, blacker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy..."

Then he just needs to set up an account that temporarily shields the outside world from monitoring. If it is a monitoring technique, the bottomless pit of magic power stored in the body is easy to be targeted by people. It's the same as the things left by the curse spirit, so there's nothing to check.

"Hey, Zhou." The man turned his head, ignoring the sticky and wet sliding sound in the corridor, "I can beat it by myself."

"Of course, human beings, what do you think of me." Cursing Spirit narrowed his eyes contemptuously, "This level of junk is not enough for me to stick between my teeth."

At the end of the dark corridor, a giant mackerel taller than a person was swimming in the air, and the venue became even more humid, with the smell of fishy waves blowing over us.

Zhou frowned fiercely, he hated such an ugly curse spirit, the existence of this thing was simply an embarrassment to him!

The metallic scales began to secrete a sticky substance that dripped onto the tiled floor, smelling more disgusting than vomit.

Level one spell.

The pitch-black mantra gathered in the palm of the day, his eyes were filled with the dark color of the deep sea, the mantra was like a black tide, instantly crowding the entire corridor.

Gojo Satoru sat on the window sill, watching the scene in front of him with great interest. To be honest, it was the first time for him to use this perspective to watch the fighting of the curse spirits. It was really interesting.

"Spirit"!

The magic power set off a flood of water, rushing towards the damned sea fish, and the day's hair fluttered in the air, as if it had also become part of the magic power.

Before the mackerel curse spirit had time to react, it was enveloped by the overwhelming force and completely turned into a dead fish on the chopping board.As the mantra tightened, it was squeezed smaller and smaller.

Gojo Gojo was taken aback by this familiar scene, seeing the mackerel taller than a person in the distance being lumped into a dark red magic ball with black spots.

When Zhou raised his hand, Chaoshui delivered the small ball to his palm.

Oops, it's over.

Gojo Satoru didn't have time to stop it at all, and saw the young man groaning, frowning and swallowing the disgusting thing.

Gojo Satoru: ...

What to do now, there is no filth left, or just say that what the short-haired kid outside saw was an illusion.

Otherwise...it's fine to say that Zhou is Xia Youjie's son. It's reasonable for the son to inherit the father's curse, but it mutated a little in the middle, from storing the magic spirit to storing the magic power...