After the failure of the strongest unrequited love, I decided to cut the love and testify

Yokohama Chinatown.

The shrimp dumplings in the cage are crystal clear, the outer layer of the taro is wrapped with fine and crispy gold wire, the soup of the wonton noodles is clear, and each noodle is smooth and firm, dotted with green onion, which is the same as the wonton noodles. The contrast between the plump pale pink filling and the filling is even more exciting.

Shinto Rin pushed the glutinous rice cakes in front of Gojo Satoru, picked up a spring roll, put it on the porcelain plate in front of him, and sighed sincerely: "Thank you Mr. Dazai for the recommendation, the Chinese cuisine in this restaurant tastes very good. "

Osamu Dazai held his chin and smiled at Rin Kamitari, "It's good that you like it."

When he speaks, his tone is always lazy, as if he is reciting a poem, he is very cheerful and talkative, with a smile on his face all the time, it is completely impossible to see that he is a suicide lover with world-weary emotions.

Kanto Rin's gaze moved aside quietly, and glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was still not very happy.

Ah, I don't know why, but I always feel that Mr. Dazai and Gojo-senpai have a subtle similarity.

Halfway through a meal, it's time to get down to business.Xia Youjie, as the person who was most familiar with Dazai Zhi at the scene, was the first to put down his chopsticks, sat upright and asked:

"Mr. Dazai, what happened in Yokohama recently... shouldn't be related to us, but to the 'Conjurer'?"

"Wow, you are very sharp, Mr. Xia You."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and snapped his fingers happily. This time, he didn't plan to keep showing off, but sat up straight as well, and the expression on his face became much more serious.

"Just last week, news came from the military and police that there were several vicious murders near the carriageway... The murderer's modus operandi was extremely cruel, and the scene was also very bloody: the corpse was cut in half from the middle, and the entire lower body was taken out of thin air. Disappeared, causing the victim to suffer great pain, and finally died of excessive blood loss."

"At first, we suspected that it was the work of some cruel and special abilities, but after a period of investigation, we found that the murderer was probably not a human being—but some kind of powerful curse spirit."

"Curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru frowned briefly, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said in thought: "The crime scene is near the carriageway, and only the lower body of a human is taken away every time. It sounds a bit like..."

"Teketeke? Half-necro?"

Kanto Rin pondered for a moment, and then said: "This can be regarded as a relatively famous urban legend in Japan... Could it be an imaginary curse spirit?"

Teketeke is one of the widely circulated urban legends in the Showa era, and it is also the name of the protagonist in the ghost story.

She is a woman without a lower body. She committed suicide by lying on the rails due to insanity. After her death, she turned into a terrifying evil spirit holding a huge scythe with only her upper body remaining. She moved by jumping at a speed comparable to that of a car. There was a sound of "click click click" behind him to induce him to turn back, and then cut off the passerby with a sickle, and then took away the lower body of the deceased.Therefore, it is also called "half-body dead spirit". *

The imaginary mantra is born from the horror image in the common cognition, which is the gathering of human beings' fear of a certain fixed concept; such as monster legends or urban ghost stories, these things that many people deeply believe and fear are the birth of the imaginary mantra hotbed.

The "half-body necromancer" mentioned by Rin Kanto, as one of the horror tales widely spread in Japan, fully meets the conditions for the birth of a hypothetical curse spirit.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to expect their reaction to be so fast, he gave them a look of admiration, and affirmed: "The initial judgment of the detective agency is also the same."

"So, since it is highly suspected that it is the work of the curse spirit, the president's instruction is: immediately contact the Tokyo or Kyoto high school of conjuration, and send special personnel, that is, conjurers, to exorcise..."

"We're all here, so what's the deal?"

Gojo Satoru gave a lazy laugh, lowered his head slightly, and his sunglasses slipped half an inch from the bridge of his nose, revealing his pair of eyes that could see through everything.

"It's just an imaginary curse spirit, I'll show you how to get rid of it."

When he spoke, his tone was very natural, and his content was extremely rampant. His expression was calm and undisturbed, and he didn't pay attention to that murderous curse spirit at all.

But Dazai Osamu did not doubt the confidence of the other party when he said this——

Gojo Satoru, the six-eyed son of the Gojo family, will be the strongest in the world of magic in the future.

He said that if he could do it, he would definitely be able to get rid of it without any effort.

"Okay! Since Wujo-kun has promised so much, then I can rest assured."

Dazai Osamu finished speaking briskly, stretched out his right hand, rested it lightly on his heart, and bowed slightly to the three teenagers in front of him.

"Please allow me, on behalf of all members of the Armed Detective Agency, to make a formal request to the three of you: For the stability of Yokohama's order, the safety of residents and tourists, I hope you can exorcise this imaginary curse as soon as possible."

"As for the reward..."

He chuckled, and said slowly: "According to the President's wishes, the Armed Detective Agency can accept a commission from three conjurers for free—and devote all of the agency's efforts to it, even if they go through fire and water."

……

"Did you hear that? Go through fire and water!"

Gojo Satoru folded his arms around his chest, stepped on the soles of his shoes a few times on the ground, and said in a harsh tone: "The imaginary mantra is not a simple character, almost without exception, all of them are special grade; let alone this kind of character. People who often take the initiative to kill, and whose personality is obviously bloodthirsty and brutal... Huh, no wonder the armed detective society offers such generous conditions!"

"Okay, okay...Although I said that, didn't senior agree to it just now?"

Shendu Rin sighed, and skillfully coaxed the cat: "Senior Wutiao is the strongest, and he has exorcised imaginary curse spirits many times before, right? Even if it is a more aggressive curse spirit like half-dead spirits, it will be a little bit easier to deal with. It's a little tricky, but it's definitely not a big problem," he paused slightly, and rolled his eyes, "I believe you."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru snorted again, even though there was still no sign of easing his emotions on the surface, his body has already leaned over honestly, leaning against Rin Kawatari's shoulder, like a coquettish and clingy white-haired cat .

"Of course, I am the strongest."

After leaving Chinatown, they parted ways with Osamu Dazai, who promised his colleague Doppo Kunikida to contact the auxiliary supervisor in Yokohama as soon as possible and hand over the information collected by the armed detective agency to them.

During this period, the high school trio can investigate on their own, or step on the carriageway in advance to complete the task more smoothly.

"Why don't you go and have a look around the carriageway first?"

Xia Youjie thought for a moment, and suggested to the two of them: "We have all heard the legend of the half-dead, and we have a basic understanding of it. It should be enough to wait for the information from the Armed Detective Agency."

Gojo Satoru nodded, agreeing with his best friend, "I also agree to go directly to save time."

Anyway, they might not meet that curse spirit, and it would be nice if they could inquire about the surrounding area.

Since the two seniors both believed that they should go directly to the mission location, Shendu Rin naturally had no reason to disagree.The three hit it off and set off immediately, bought the nearest tram ticket, and went to another famous and historic attraction in Yokohama: Basket Drive.

Carriage Drive was the city center when Yokohama opened its port in the early days, and it got its name because it pulled foreigners' carriages through this road.

Many old-fashioned buildings are preserved here, with a simple and beautiful style. There are also iron arches on the roads, and the carvings on them are exquisite carriage patterns. There are even gas lamps hanging on the street, making people feel like they are in the gap between time and space. Full of strong nostalgia.

Although it is an old street with rich historical heritage, the carriageway is not deserted, but very prosperous.

The half-Japanese, half-Western style is very obvious. Record stores and coffee shops can be seen everywhere. Gojo Satoru even picked out a shop that suits his heart, went in and bought a matcha chocolate cake. After tasting it, he commented: "The taste of chocolate is not bad. The sweetness is just right, and it would be better if the taste of matcha could be stronger.”

The clerk was surprised when he heard this, and bowed to him again and again: "Thank you sir for your valuable opinion! Many feedbacks mentioned that this cake is too sweet, and you are the first customer who thinks that the 'sweetness is just right'!"

Kanto Rin: "..."

He moved his lips, wanting to suggest to the clerk, don't listen to the nonsense of the extremist sweet party so easily.

"Oh, you're welcome, I think it's good as it is now." Gojo Satoru smiled warmly, propped one hand in front of the counter, glanced over the menu, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "By the way, I want to inquire Now, has anything special happened to the carriageway recently?"

The clerk was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: "Something special? It's not like that."

Probably because of the positive feedback Gojo Satoru just provided, he thought carefully for a while before he could barely think of one: "If I have to say it, the number of customers visiting the store seems to have decreased a lot recently, but I'm not sure if it is It's not my illusion..."

It should not be an illusion.Shendu said in a heartbroken voice.

In order not to disturb the public, the military police and the armed detective agency blocked the news of the murder case, and at the same time secretly restricted the tourists who went to the carriageway and nearby. This is a matter of course.

"Oh, I also think that you don't have to queue up to order here." Wujo Wujo nodded seriously, as if he was not the first time to come to the coffee shop, but a regular customer who often spends, and continued to talk to him. The clerk said, "Maybe it's because of the opening of the Wonderland, where did everyone go?"

"It's possible...but our carriageway is one of the most famous attractions in Yokohama, and there will never be too few tourists." The clerk said confidently, "Just last month, there was a storyteller The ghost talker* came here precisely because there are many passers-by on the carriageway who are willing to join in!"

"...a ghost talker?"

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, the three Gaozhuan keenly grasped the key point.Xia Youjie immediately asked: "What kind of ghost talker? What stories did he tell?"

"Uh, did you talk a lot? I have to go to work every day, so I haven't listened to it on purpose."

The clerk tilted his head and recalled vigorously, "The most famous one seems to be the story about...Teketeke and the half-necromancer? It is said that the ghost talker is very powerful. He even imitated the sound of the train and the scream of a woman before she died. It is very real. ,” he said, trembling, “many tourists are quite frightened.”

"..." Gojo Goku narrowed his eyes, "Then, has the ghost talker left?"

"That's right, it's all happened last month." The clerk replied bluntly.

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and after exchanging glances with Xia Youjie and Shendu Rin, he raised his hand and patted the clerk on the shoulder, and smiled, "Understood, thank you for the news."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, welcome to come next time!" The clerk's attitude was very good, and he even ran out of the counter, opened the glass door for them, and was about to send a few people away.

——However, just when Gojo Satoru was about to step out of the door, the clerk blinked suddenly, as if remembering something, and hurriedly called him: "Oh, yes! Customers, please stay!"

Gojo Satoru was stunned, and when he turned around, he saw the thoughtful expression on the other party's face, and added: "I suddenly remembered that a guest who had heard ghost stories before said that the ghost talker seemed to be very handsome. Weird."

While talking, he raised a finger, first drew a long horizontal line on his forehead, and then drew many short lines vertically from left to right as if cutting noodles.

"The ghost talker has a strange scar on his forehead," the clerk said, "it's like something pried open his brain to get in, and then left a suture... Hey, what a scary look." .”