Even though we have passed through, we still have to live a good life

"The activation condition of the Prison Gate is that the sealed person stays within a distance of four meters for one minute." I held this ancient book introducing special-grade spells and translated the above text.

This book may be due to its age. Although the text on it is in Japanese, there are more traditional Chinese characters.

"This 1 minute still refers to the 1 minute of thinking." I shrugged my shoulders, lowered my head and asked Gojo Satoru who was leaning on my shoulder, "Can it seal you?"

He raised his head, crossed his legs, propped his arms on the back of the sofa, and said to me lazily, "In theory, it is possible, but I won't just stand there stupidly."

I propped my chin and thought for a while, and felt that there was still a hidden danger.

The other party so swears that he will seal Wujo Wu, it is impossible not to take this into consideration, maybe the other party has a second hand to deal with Wu.

"Is there a way to crack this thing?"

"Currently, there should be none."

Seeing Gojo Satoru still smiling, I couldn't help punching him.

Fortunately, I knew the plan in advance and could make some preparations.

According to the news from the Armed Detective Agency, fake summer oil should be used in crowded places of large-scale festivals.The most recent festival is Halloween on October 10, and the densely populated places should be the stations.

However, the train stations in Japan are too dense, and finally decided to stand still and wait for the other party to take action, and then we will take corresponding measures here.

Although some people have proposed to simply ban activities on Halloween, in addition to arousing public opposition and protests, they may also scare the snakes. If this group of curse spirits dormant because of the leak, we can't predict what they will do afterwards.

And the public security and police in Tokyo will try to send as many people as possible to maintain order that day, waiting for us to arrive.

I met Gojo Gojo's eyes and said seriously, "Because there seems to be an inner ghost in the upper echelons of the magic world, the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not directly inform the magic world about this."

I can directly tell Gojo Satoru all the information because he is the most targeted person by the enemy, not even one of them.

As for notifying the magic world, our side was also very entangled. After all, our side really lacks combat power, let alone the magic power. Therefore, the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are said to be arguing over this matter.

In the end, Zhong also told us that he and his brother Verlaine could see and even beat the curse spirit because of their identities.

So Lihui and I simply asked Mr. Mori, borrowed his two capable subordinates, and finally Lihui borrowed Dazai and Chuya from the Armed Detective Agency to act together.

Although it was a barely put together first aid team, there was no one in it except me, so the authorities managed to calm down and decided not to notify the magic community for the time being to prevent the news from leaking.

I threw myself into Wujo Wu's arms, wrapped his arms around his neck and told him earnestly, "Anyway, be careful!"

"Don't worry~"

Gojo Satoru rubbed my head and asked, showing a villainous smile that seemed a bit provocative.

This guy is really not worried at all!

I rubbed his neck and leaned on his shoulder suddenly feeling a little sad.

Although the preparations are almost complete, how can ordinary people without special abilities protect themselves before we arrive?Even if additional police were dispatched, they could not resist the attack of the curse spirit.Everyone's life is obviously so precious, but the curse spirit resents everyone, just using them as bargaining chips to stop Wujo Wu.

"This group of garbage born from dark emotions is so annoying!" I said sullenly, "Why do only those unhappy emotions produce curse spirits, but happy emotions don't produce cute elves to deal with them? "

"These broken things are really annoying!"

Gojo Satoru fell down on the sofa with a smile in his arms, and then said in a gentle voice, "Although I can't be responsible for everyone's life, I will be responsible for exorcising those cursed spirits."

I stroked his snow-colored hair and couldn't help showing a smirk.

"Well, we will try our best to cooperate with you, and we can save one is one!"

"Wu, you are already the best!"

After he finished speaking, he pinched his face, and he pouted and asked, "Are you talking to me in a childish tone?"

"No la!"

Although you sometimes have a personality like a kindergarten kid, please, I'm not a pervert!

really not!

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I looked at Xia Youjie in front of me, and almost turned around and ran away.

But... I took a look at his smooth forehead, there is no suture, so this one should be real, right?

Could it be that he knew that he had been dug up and came to dream?It seems that it shouldn't be dragged to me.

I kept staring at him for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back and asked him, "If you're dreaming, you shouldn't be looking for me, right?"

He still looked at me blankly from time to time, and this strangely familiar feeling of oppression made me frown and think for a while.

For some reason, he suddenly sighed and looked at me with a smile.

"What are you thinking, the original future?"

"Ah?" I blinked, and suddenly felt that the voice was really familiar, and the tone, demeanor, and his name... "Little Jaybird?"

"Wait a minute, didn't you die last year?"

Then how did you work as a civil servant in the underworld for four years?Or is it like in the legend that the monster took shape and thought he was good-looking, so he simply turned into this.

"Because the time flow rate is different, do you know the time flow rate of Detective Conan?"

I shook my head.

"It's only been a year since more than 1000 episodes."

I raised my hand and asked, "So you are the real Xia Youjie?"

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

The real Xia Youjie has the same face as the fake Xia Youjie in this world, but I think the one in front of me looks much better than the other.

But... Obviously Xiaojieniao is very nice and gentle. I used to think that he had the same personality as Brother Guang, so why did he kill his parents?

Li Hui's phrase "Conjurers are all lunatics" suddenly came to my mind, so he is not crazy if he is not a conjurer?

I pursed my lips and still asked a little unhappy, "Are you happy now?"

His smiling expression froze suddenly.

"I have seen the information about you. The conjurer is really hard. He has to be 15 since he was 007 years old, and he has to endure those stubborn old antiques on the upper level, so thank you for the curse spirit you have exorcised before, but Bar……"

I searched my literary literacy for a long time before I found a euphemism to express my dissatisfaction, "Killing people is not good, they not only hurt physically, but also..."

help!I couldn't bear to go on.

"Their hearts are howling, and at the same time they are still tearing your soul, aren't they? You are obviously in pain too."

He didn't speak, and seemed to be very calm.

I can only lower my head and feel sorry for him. Xiaojieniao is actually very gentle, so why did he come to that point?

Suddenly a tissue was handed in front of me, I took it and wiped it, sniffed and told him, "I'm not crying."

"Well, because a large number of people will die in their plan, the underworld will be overwhelmed. The boss agreed that I will assist you."

"what?"

Although it's good to have someone to assist you in the underworld, it might be a bit strange for you to appear suddenly, right?

And you seem to be a curse master, people in the magic world may hit you first.

He turned into a little black bird and flew onto my shoulder.

I scratched my cheek, and said to him a little uncomfortably, "You...would you like to change the place?"

It's fine if you're really a bird, but it's weird knowing you're a person or Xia Youjie.

I stretched out my hand, but it didn't feel right, so I finally shifted my gaze to my wrist, "Is the wrist okay?"