When Qi Mu's super power defected

As I expected, Gojo Satoru was really angry, the kind who was so angry that he ignored me.

I have a lot of complaints about this, because although he ignored me, his voice was very noisy. When I passed by him, his eyes clearly did not look at me, but I could hear him following me closely,

But he is just a small episode in my daily life. I am very busy and have important things to do.

The students of the High School of Conjuration don’t just attend lectures, they are also tasked with exorcising curse spirits. I’m a noob on the outside, and the ones assigned to me are all second- and third-level spell spirits, and I haven’t received a first-level one , not to mention premium.The location of the magic spirit needs to be told by the magic world detection department, although I can't search it on the street.

The frequency of my missions is about once every two days, and sometimes two or three missions are stacked together. According to Xia Youjie, people are more impetuous in summer, so it is the season when the magic spirit is strong.

As he spoke, he took a bite of the popsicle.

[Is the orange flavor delicious? ]

I saw the stretched expression on his brows and eyes, and asked in a mysterious way,

"Huh? Of course it's delicious. Do you want one? I still have it in the refrigerator."

He hoarded a lot of things, like revenge compensation.

[No, I have another task in a while. ]

Xia Youjie raised his eyes and stared at me for three seconds, "Qi Mu, is the task difficult?"

[fine. ]

"You seem to work harder than us."

[That's because there are more little curse spirits at the third level. ] I checked my blade, [But because the level of the curse spirit is low, there are fewer evil things, and the degree of casualties of people is not as good as yours. ] I meant to point out, [I only contributed physically/physically, and you have suffered more mental pressure. ]

"..."

Xia Youjie didn't speak for a long time.

He was hit by me knowingly.

Hey... Inexperienced male high school students are easily disturbed and comforted when they are poked at the center.

It seems that no one cares about their emotions and sacrifices. It seems that it is only natural for conjurers to take missions to protect ordinary people. In the overall situation, maintaining social stability is a noble profession, but it will feel unbalanced if they do not receive due appreciation and honor. of.

"Huihara has been a little sad recently, do you want to comfort him?"

Hui Yuanxiong just went on a mission two days ago, because he failed to save the hostages, he is still immersed in the shadows and blames himself.

[Wujo Satoru doubled the amount of training for him, and wanted him to forget the bad things through exhaustion. ]

Xia Youjie chuckled a few times, "This appointment is not allowed, it just temporarily numbs the pain."

Then why did you let me comfort you.

I didn't ask this sentence.

Because his heart told me that he thought I might be more comforting.

Where did this conclusion come from.

***

I have logged into the campus ghost talk website.

In fact, there are not many participants on this kind of website. Most of the students just attend class in a peaceful manner. They don’t have much time to discuss ghost stories and curse others. Most of the websites are conjectures about the missing and displaced persons.

I've been to those places, with a knife in my hand, but maybe I went too early, and even the window didn't inform the magician's spell spirit, and it hasn't grown yet.

I have also logged into the Urban Horror Forum, but it is 2006, and the Internet has not yet developed to the point where everyone has a mobile phone, so the information on it is rustling, and there is very little useful information, and it will not be spread widely. Panic, adults have long lost their childhood imagination to these magical legends, believe in science and matter, and regard these as false.

Most of their fear of danger comes from murderers, but there is not as much crime here as in this world.

I have been in this world for two weeks, and I still don't know how powerful a powerful spell can be.

This day I logged on to the Campus Ghost Talk website again. I sat cross-legged on the bed and used my laptop. The dim light hit my face, and I looked sneaky when I browsed the electronic pages at night.

Again, people's brain cells are more active at night, and they have more free time, so the forum is relatively more active.

But that's not an excuse for the other two to peek at me from the window.

I turned my head and glanced at the window. The two men who had just gone out for a fight and hadn't slept yet squatted down and hid, and they pressed each other's necks, and they both felt that their reactions were faster.

I listened to their voices for a while, they were curious about what I was doing, and felt that I was working with a gloomy face—that is, reporting some shady information to the superiors, and they secretly planned to get my computer.

Their brains are so open, it should be said that the identity filter draped over me is still too thick, even if they really report, they can only talk about trivial things.

"I think he included our abilities and physical education grades, and also analyzed our weaknesses." Gojo Wu said to Xia Youjie mysteriously, "The superiors are always trying to find a way to control and restrain me. "

Xia Youjie: "...I don't think there's anything to write about. Aren't our abilities all documented, and we need to be tested as we grow."

He continued, "I think his function is to see if you have fallen in love, have you made friends who are not magicians... and so on."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "There is another possibility."

He said super seriously, "The old man wants to betray, he is a spy who sneaked into the high school."

Xia Youjie: "..."

My voice came from above them, [Maybe I should cut you off. ]

"Hey?"

The two people who were so engaged in the chat looked up, and I was lying on the bedside looking at them expressionlessly, [It's ten o'clock, I'm going to bed, please get out of here. ]

Gojo Wujo smiled happily, "Ha, who are you talking to now, are you not in the mood to pretend?"

People who disturb my sleep will indeed not receive my good looks, and my mood will fluctuate more easily at night than during the day.

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Wujo who was smiling, and called out his name concisely.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his smiling face for a second, stood up like a cold and heartless cool guy and glanced at me, his head happened to block the moon, so his hair was as white as glowing snow.

Gojo Gojo left without looking back.

Yes, he is angry now, the kind who is so angry that he ignores me.

I have more slots, [Is he usually like this? ]

"I don't think so." Facing his best friend's anomaly, Xia Youjie also felt novelty, "But I think... Wu doesn't hate you."

This is it.

I looked at each other with Xia Youjie wordlessly, closed the window and drew the curtains,

These two people don't hate me, and they have very sharp intuition. Although they don't show it on the surface, they are against me, but they don't know when they like me. The unstoppable favorability is the evidence, so the friction between us seems to be deliberately overlapping, pretending to be mutual with a tacit understanding.

It's an amazing feeling. In the final analysis, there are too few people in this school, so I get so much attention.

I returned to the bed, and the screen was displaying the recent extremely popular wish divination - Ms. Happy Sachiko.

[Are you in a period of confusion, graduation season, or a fork in your life, are you about to part ways with your friends?

Don't worry, don't be sad, let's make an agreement together, an agreement to be together forever!

Friends who don’t want to leave, please tear up a piece of paper into equal parts with the number of people, and sincerely say to each other silently:

Miss Sachiko, please!Miss Sachiko, please!Miss Sachiko, please!

Remember, to recite silently, the number of silent recitations must be equal to the number of people, and everyone must be sincere.

In this way, we will be together forever! 】

This is a post sent by an anonymous account. It became popular for no reason, and the voices are quite high. Because this game is very simple and interesting, a bunch of people follow suit.

And weirdly, only one of the five comments who claimed to follow through would come back and reply, saying: Finished the ritual with friends!Hope we can be together forever-

Isn't this game very similar to Summoning a Pen Fairy, satisfying the number of people, spells, and specific props.

Glancing at the time, it was ten o'clock, and I closed the post and lay down to sleep as I worked on time.

Decided, find a chance to test it tomorrow.

***

The next day, as soon as I left the house, I received a task from my superiors.

"Students from several schools have disappeared strangely, but the window did not detect the specific location. It should be a curse spirit." The assistant supervisor who assigned the task said to me, "There is no free magician recently. Although this task level is still There is no judgment, but it should not be lower than the first level, you are only responsible for the investigation."

[good. ] I took it without any objection.

He drove me to several schools where the accident happened. Because of the disappearance of the students, the school was closed urgently.

The campus is clean and there is nothing.

I wandered around inside for a few times, and when I came out, the assistant supervisor said to me without any surprise, "I can't see anything, right?"

I nod,

"The main body of the curse spirit should not be in these places. The higher-ups speculated that its spells pulled people who met the conditions of the wish-making ceremony into the field." The assistant supervisor opened the car door and let me in. "It is said that a student who participated in the ceremony came back Yes, but his mental state is very bad, he should have seen a stimulating scene."

[Ordinary people escaped from the domain? ]

"Spell spirits don't necessarily kill people." The assistant supervisor drove to the student's home. "They are just a collection of evil thoughts, and they may let the students go away like releasing toys."

That was a real disaster.

My eyes are a little cold.

"Let's visit the house and see what information we can get. If it doesn't work, we'll ask the conjurer to test it himself."

This is what I want to do too.

We went to the student's home. His parents were very resistant to the arrival of strangers, because they were vaguely aware that it involved unnatural supernatural events. Seeing his own son, he reluctantly invited us in with etiquette.

"Yitang was originally very cheerful, I really don't know why this happened..."

A mother took us to the child's room with a hoarse voice, "We are also very sad now."

She knocked on the door lightly, and called Tang's name in her softest tone,

But there was no response from inside. I saw the boy get into the bed in fright, curled up and clenched his teeth.

He was thinking: Miss Sachiko, please leave, Miss Sachiko, please leave, Miss Sachiko, please leave...

"I'm sorry, he stopped talking when he came back. We hired a psychiatrist and said that the child has autistic tendencies." The mother of Yitang turned the doorknob lightly. This scene surprised the assistant supervisor, who thought the door would be locked , Yitang's mother consciously explained, "Because he would beat the floor and call for help in the middle of the night, and we could come to him as soon as possible if the door was open. He still trusted his parents and gave me some comfort."

I walked into the room and sat cross-legged in front of the window of the hall,

(Miss Sachiko, please leave... Miss Sachiko, please leave...)

[Even if you read it again, Miss Sachiko will not leave easily as you wish. ]

(Hey?)

(Why??)

(Miss Sachiko, don't come here!!!)

[Ms. Sachiko's voice is male? ]

(...)

Yitang poked his head out of the chrysalis, (a man? Who, a reporter? What is he doing here... Ah, but no matter what, I won’t open my mouth. Once I speak, I will go back to that place, back to that disgusting of……)

[Then don't say it. ]

one class:"……"

He stared wide-eyed,

(Ah——! Did I speak! Did I speak out my heart!)

I:[……]

He seems to be in a good state, and there is no mental confusion.

[What happened, tell me in your heart. ] I said, and showed a reassuring and confident smile. In the eyes of others, we looked like we were staring at each other, [You who have already experienced supernatural events believe in this kind of thing, don’t you? ]