On how to contain anomalous objects

Surrounded by a group of high-level officials who were asking questions, the strongest conjurer's tone was still arrogant: "I'll ask you again—is anyone dead?"

Even if the swords were on the verge of breaking out, the crowd couldn't help but look at each other: really not, thanks to the cordon, all the vehicles in motion were isolated far away.Therefore, apart from a few cases of minor injuries caused by sudden madness, none of the thousands of people died—this is how the public opinion was successfully fooled by the leak of hallucinogenic gas.

"I would like to ask the local "window" what to eat, and what the high-level officials in charge of that area do to eat, but they actually let three super-level curse spirits run around, and even ran into the crowd."

This person talked to Lao Tzu one by one, and his tone was soft and cold: "If it wasn't for Lao Tzu's students who happened to be there, you would not be blocking Lao Tzu's place to question why Lao Tzu's students released the curse, but kneeling at Lao Tzu's feet crying bitterly." , I beg Lao Tzu to help you clean up the mess."

"A bunch of waste, why don't you just cut your belly and apologize, why live to pollute Lao Tzu's eyes."

"...Gojo Satoru! Don't go too far!" Someone finally couldn't bear the extremely bad attitude of the other party and scolded: "Even if there were not too many casualties by luck, your student has now been proven to be unable to control the cursed objects in his body. What are you trying to do without carrying out the death penalty on the spot in accordance with the regulations?"

"Chanyuan... hiss, ah, I can't remember your name anyway, so I'll call you the scum of the Zenyuan." Facing the other party's glaring eyes, Gojo Satoru supported his head and recalled: "I remember you are from the Zenyuan. It is so far away that I don’t know who should be counted as a subordinate, and it is also one of the executives in the area where the incident happened..."

The white-haired man thoughtfully chewed on the other person's surname, and sneered lightly: "Hey, who do you think I told someone to make a seppuku apology just now?"

"—I was talking about you, Rotten Orange."

He tilted his head, his covered pupils were aimed at the middle-aged man who yelled the loudest, and stared indifferently at his clouded lens, filled with greed and timidity: "Working as an errand in such a poor place There is no oil and water to fish, so life is hard, right?"

"—Is the curse item made from children's livers useful? It sold for a lot of money, right? The scum of the Buddhist monastery?"

The expression on the man's face panicked for a moment, but he calmed down quickly: "...I don't know what you're talking about, why didn't you answer my question? Are you changing the subject?"

Gojo Wujo looked at the other party's weak questioning as nothing: "Ito Tatsuhiro, does this name sound familiar?"

"That's right, that's right! It's the curser who was killed by my lovely student a week ago." Even though there was no sound in the room, the strongest applauded as if no one was there: "Because recently the other party has asked for a price increase, so that you can get rid of the price. If you spread the shady business as an excuse to threaten you, you simply borrow a knife to kill people, and hand over the task of execution to the new special level who the upper-level wants to test, and you can use this to sell it to your uncle."

"Wow, killing two birds with one stone is really clever."

He suddenly made a move without warning, and with the sound of the grim-faced corpse falling to the ground, the thick document was thrown onto the table with a bang, and even the suppressed exclamations around him were suppressed up.

The place where the corpse fell was quickly vacated. Under the stares of the surrounding high-level officials, the man twisted his neck, casually pulled out the top few sheets of paper, and his fingers lazily tapping on the table Like the footsteps of death.

"Let me see who else is complicit in the conspiracy—for example, you, you, you, and you." The person he pointed at with his finger shrank instinctively, and before he realized his gaffe, Fear has spread in the hearts of men.

I don't know how many people have an ominous premonition in their hearts - no matter how angry they were before, they would not directly kill people on the spot, not to mention that the other party was a member of the Chanyuan family, one of the three imperial families, even if it was a remote collateral lineage. People from the Wutiao family will be allowed to do it, including the deceased himself, who probably didn't expect this person to attack without warning.

——Is this person getting more and more crazy?Could they walk out of this door alive today?

The strongest arrogance style was already enough to make many people choke in their throats, but after Gojo Satoru suddenly showed signs of madness, these people suddenly became honest again.

A sane strongest can still try to figure it out, but no one will try to reach out to a dangerous lunatic.

Until the end, Gojo Satoru swaggered away with his hands in his pockets.Glancing at the senior executives who were frightened by his actions, he turned around suddenly, and could almost clearly hear the hearts of those people stop beating for a moment because of his actions: "Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm very To be reasonable, just relying on the information on the information, it is enough for the scum of the Buddhist monastery to be bullied countless times—your appearance always makes me feel that there is a wanted warrant for me as soon as I leave the house."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Or are you really planning this way? Well, then I might as well act first—"

In the suffocating silence, watching the corners of the other party's mouth start to rise dangerously, someone finally squeezed out a few words: "...The Chanyuan Baoqing, because of violating regulations and laws, the circumstances are bad, and the losses are heavy..."

"——he is now being executed on the spot by the super-class conjurer Gojo Satoru."

……

This is a strange dark room with no windows, and the light is becoming increasingly dim. Only a restraint bed can be faintly seen in the field of vision.Faint groans, groans and whispers reverberate in the small dark room, just like Qie Chacha that occasionally appears in a dark corner, but when you carefully distinguish it, you can't hear any words that human beings recognize, which makes people feel heartbroken. Unexplainable irritability.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Gojo Satoru greeted the students in a brisk tone: "Good morning, Elijah, did you sleep well last night?"

As he approached, the figure that had been quiet on the restraint bed struggled violently again, but his whole body was restrained, only his muscles stiffened unwillingly, which made him look like a fish thrown onto the chopping board , pathetic and funny.

The light was turned on with a snap, and the person on the bed let out a shrill and terrified scream, trembling under the direct gaze of the light, trying to curl up.He seems to have become another creature that grew up in the unnamed abyss, afraid of light, wind, and human body temperature. It seems that only the groggy and cold darkness can make him feel better in the endless fear.

"...It doesn't look like much."

With the restoration of vision, the floor of the dark room was clearly carefully drawn with a formation with complicated lines, talismans all over the place, cinnabar growing wantonly, and unknown powder that had been burned... This made the young man at the center of the formation It looked like a sacrifice being dragged onto an altar.

Gojo Satoru simply dragged a chair and sat down beside the student's bed. Now he didn't care whether his actions would destroy the formation that had cost him a lot of effort.Failure was an established fact, and everything was sliding towards a possibility that he least wanted to believe.

Ignoring the other party's stiff and tense muscle reaction, he pressed his fingers on the chapped lips: "Want to drink water?"

The pale lips were finally crushed to a tinge of blood, and between the fingertips was a layer of rough and dry skin.Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, and suddenly wanted to tear open the bitter film with his teeth, and suck out the rich sweet and fishy juice.

Knowing that he would not get a response, the white-haired man simply loosened the restraint belt a little, fixed the man's head in his arms to prevent choking, opened his mouth and patiently poured water into it little by little.

More than half of the water was spilled outside due to the other party's lack of cooperation, Gojo Satoru didn't care, and after the glass of water was finished, he put his finger into his mouth and tongue, and carefully touched the restless, wriggling soft spot inside. pieces of meat.

"Well, I didn't hurt myself today. It seems that the effect of the braces is much better than that of the shackles... Be good, be good, reward you."

【—Please, please, don’t…】

The young man's eyes were wide open in despair, and physiological tears unconsciously dripped down the corners of his eyes.He was forced to hold his cheeks and was forced to accept a soft kiss on the forehead.Even though it was just a small comfort that was more delicate and gentle than flower petals, he acted as if he had been stabbed by fear itself, and his flesh and blood would melt into soft pus under that kiss.

He became a bird with twitching body and stiff legs, a deer with its chest cut open and its heart ripped out, a dehydrated and dying fish... and his poison, his sharp knife, and his air were just He reached out and hugged the trembling student into his arms.

"Teacher has been thinking for a long, long time...why did you commit suicide?" There was no human sound in the dark room other than the soft whimpering and groaning, and Gojo Satoru just whispered to himself: "You are made up of abnormalities, and your sanity can restrain the abnormalities. If the abnormalities are too strong, you will lose your mind. If the abnormalities are reduced, you can return to normal..."

The formations drawn with cinnabar look like blood under the light, and the ancient formations are often used to replace the young heir Gu Yuan, who has not yet adapted to the "six eyes", sober and clear, but at the moment, the inhuman Anomalies are helpless.

"...Then how did you stay sober in the past?"

The hand that was holding the other party was getting tighter and tighter, and even the bones made a slight cracking sound: "Why did you swallow the gun and kill yourself, why did you do it without thinking, why did you stand on the roof for no reason and prepare to jump down... "

Everything hinted at an ominous and terrifying ending of the story, Gojo Satoru only felt as if he was standing on a high rock, surrounded by only a sea made up of the bones of the dead.His heart was as cold as the tomb buried under the icy ocean current. In the vast cemetery, on the countless tombstones, the owner of the tomb wrote down his words stroke by stroke. same name.

"--I understand."

Obviously the other party has no mind now, and it is impossible to answer his question, but Gojo Satoru suddenly let go of his hand as if he had got an answer.

Elijah.Elijah.Elijah.

The air flow squeezed out between the teeth, and the final sound dissipated in the endless darkness. Three syllables, heavy and light, he silently read the name engraved countless times on the tombstone,

—Elijah means that God is my source of strength.

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感谢在2022-01-0802:06:59~2022-01-0911:46:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Fufute; 4 bottles of Liujiu; 3 bottles of KAM; 1 bottle of Jiaolong entering the sea like Lingyuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!