Questions and Sutures [Bonus Chapter for 100 Views]

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tsurumi Kawakami exclaimed with delight, "Satoru—!"

A high school student with white hair and round sunglasses made a dazzling entrance, a white lollipop stick dangling from his mouth. He walked in with his hands in his pockets, exuding arrogance and nonchalance.

Gojo Satoru glanced sideways at the assistant supervisor beside him, his gaze falling on Tsurumi Kawaru, who was bound hand and foot and imprisoned in a chair. It was as if a tangible gaze swept over him, confirming that he was not harmed, and his domineering aura suddenly dissipated.

"What? You're such a loser. You came together, but you ended up getting arrested and locked up."

The white-haired high school student mocked him relentlessly, and finally, under Tsurumi Kawaru's pleading gaze, he untied the rope for him.

Tsurumi Kawaru rubbed his stiff wrists, lowered his eyes dejectedly at Gojo Satoru's mocking words, and muttered unhappily as he thought about what had happened in the past two days.

"I really didn't want this to happen either, who knew it would end up like this."

After muttering to himself, he looked up at Gojo Satoru in front of him, his tone becoming cheerful: "Satoru, what brings you here, Guy?"

Because he was taken to see Matsumoto as soon as he entered the director's office, he was unaware of the outcome of Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru's questioning.

Now that he had seen Gojo Satoru, Tsurumi Kawaru wanted to see Natsumi Yuuki. He looked past him and behind him, but did not see Natsumi Yuuki. Instead, he saw a guard lying outside the confinement room.

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and smiled, "Hmm, Jack is reporting the mission summary to the old oranges."

Tsurumi Kawakami blinked, a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing his head tilted and a questioning look on his face, Gojo Satoru couldn't resist giving him a quick tug and urged, "Alright, let's go."

Tsurumi Kawakami raised a hand and smoothed his messy hair: "Oh, okay."

He got up and was about to walk out with Gojo Satoru when he suddenly remembered the assistant supervisor who had been keeping a low profile. Tsurumi Kawaru turned to look at him with a big smile on his face.

"Supervisor Yamashita, please come with us."

Gojo Satoru stopped and turned around. The six eyes behind his sunglasses scanned him as if they were real: "You're just the assistant supervisor who sends me messages. You can come along too, so I don't accidentally hurt you later."

Naomoto Yamashita was on the verge of tears: "...Okay."

On the way out of the confinement cell, Tsurumi Kawakami quietly told Gojo Satoru about what had happened in the past two days, especially Matsumoto's death and everything that happened that day.

Finally, he told Gojo Satoru his thoughts and guesses: "Someone must have framed me. They even took that black card."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, turned his head and saw his aggrieved look, bit the lollipop stick he was holding, and then took out a lychee-flavored one from his pocket and handed it to him.

"I'll help you get your card back. Let's go meet up with Jay first."

Tsurumi Kawakami unwrapped the lollipop and put it in his mouth. His cheeks bulged out, and the sweet taste in his mouth made him feel better.

The solitary confinement room is located to the right of the Director's Office. It is relatively remote, but it is equipped with many barriers and mechanisms. A warrant is required to enter.

Naoto Yamashita had no idea how Satoru Gojo had managed to get in so openly until he saw the completely destroyed tents and traps along the way. He shuddered and tried even harder to minimize his presence.

Tsurumi Kawa was unaware of these details. He followed Gojo Satoru outwards, and when they reached the director's office, he saw Natsumi Yuki's figure.

"What, what is that?" Yamashita Naomoto asked, his voice trembling as he pointed at the enormous cursed spirit that was entrenched in the office building.

Gojo Satoru lazily glanced up, his expression one of utter infuriating disbelief: "A cursed spirit, huh? You've never seen one before?"

Naomoto Yamashita was frantic: "But how could a cursed spirit be here?!"

Tsurumi Kawaru looked at Gojo Satoru and then at the assistant supervisor, unable to understand why someone would be so frantic over just a cursed spirit. However, the cursed spirit in front of him looked somewhat unfamiliar; it didn't seem to be raised by Natsuyu Suke.

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "That's right, it's what Jie is going to report this time, a special-grade cursed spirit that was hatched twice from a cursed embryo."

"Special, Special Grade Cursed Spirit!" Yamashita Naomoto screamed in disbelief.

Tsurumi Kawakami moved aside and asked curiously, "Didn't Cursed Embryo Hatchery subdue this cursed spirit?"

Gojo Satoru smirked and said, "Hmm, after all—"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang came from the office building. With a crash, a huge gap appeared in the wall, and the entire building began to tilt and collapse.

The cursed spirit that was perched on top slowly wriggled its body, and a long, thin object that was hard to tell whether it was a tentacle or a limb was hurled against the building, and the sound of shattering glass rang out.

A large number of panicked people poured out of the building's entrance. When they saw the cursed spirits lurking outside the building, they immediately understood why the building was tilting.

Tsurumi Kawaru spotted Xia Youjie in the crowd; his high school uniform made him stand out. Before he could even greet him, a high-ranking official from the management department seemed to say something to him, and then Xia Youjie walked towards the cursed spirit.

Tsurumi Kawakami paused for a moment and took a few steps forward, but Gojo Satoru stopped him and patted Tsurumi Kawakami's shoulder hard: "Jay can handle this by himself."

At this moment, the escaped high-ranking official saw Gojo Satoru and immediately ordered him to exorcise the cursed spirit. His words were utterly unceremonious, and he even bluntly stated that he would hold the two responsible for bringing the cursed spirit in.

Gojo Satoru picked at his ear and gave them an impatient look.

Among the crowd, Matsumoto Naojiro, who had escaped from the pharmacy, saw Yamashita Naomoto next to Gojo Satoru, and out of the corner of his eye, he also saw Tsurumi Kawaru. His eyes widened in anger, and he pointed at the group and shouted angrily.

This sound immediately drew everyone's attention, and they all noticed that Tsurumi Kawakami, who had been locked up in the solitary confinement room, had appeared here.

Matsumoto Naojiro's angry shout wasn't just because of that; he was somewhat surprised when he saw Yamashita Naomoto.

Especially after learning that the deceased Matsumoto Saburo had actually advocated for the destruction of the Tengen Assimilation, he realized that this news absolutely could not be revealed at this time, and Tsurumi Kawakyu had to be dealt with.

So he took the initiative and pinned the blame on Tsurumi Kawakami, then began to vehemently accuse and interrogate him.

Tsurumi Kawa didn't recognize the other person at first, until he heard Matsumoto Saburo's name from him, and then he realized who it was.

After carefully comparing the two men's appearances, he confirmed that the person in front of him was Matsumoto Naojiro, who had ordered Yamashita Naoto to be placed in solitary confinement.

Because he had witnessed the scene of Matsumoto Saburo's death, he was arrested and imprisoned in solitary confinement. Tsurumi had no chance to explain or prove his innocence, so now he could finally speak to the higher-ups in the supervisory department.

"...I didn't kill him. He had just finished talking to me and was about to hand me his card when he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed. He probably had a heart condition or something."

Tsurumi Kawakami said somewhat uncertainly, then paused before meeting the gaze of the senior management and continuing, "Besides, I have no reason to kill him."

Matsumoto Naojiro's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he would reveal the matter of the asteroid body, and he shouted: "Shut up! How long are you going to keep making excuses? Saburo's autopsy report is out, he clearly died from a curse..."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly interjected: "So you knew he died from a curse. Do you know whose curse he died from? It was his own, you know, because he wanted to attack Ryu, but Ryu's anti-armor technique reflected it back, so it was a backlash."

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, everyone's expressions varied as their gazes shifted between Matsumoto Naojiro, Gojo Satoru, and Tsurumi Kawaru.

Tsurumi Kawakami was also somewhat surprised, astonished that Matsumoto Saburo's death was actually a backlash from a curse: "But why did he attack me?"

Gojo Satoru: "Who knows? Maybe he did something wrong and wanted to kill me to cover it up."

A voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Why would Matsumoto give a level-one sorcerer an unlimited black card?

The question was raised, and everyone's attention returned to it. Only Matsumoto Naojiro looked somewhat embarrassed, wanting to interrupt but was rebuffed by Gojo Satoru.

Tsurumi Kawakami blinked and said, "That was his payment for me disrupting the Tengen assimilation."

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar erupted.

murmurs rippled through the crowd, and all sorts of strange looks were cast at Matsumoto Naojiro, as if his unusual behavior had found the perfect explanation.

Several high-ranking members of the supervisory department also looked puzzled. One of them, a gaunt old man who advocated for the death penalty of Tsurumi Kawakami and was in the same camp as Matsumoto Naojiro, asked suspiciously:

"Naojiro, is what he said true?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Matsumoto Naojiro's face turned pale. He quickly weighed the pros and cons and chose to protect the interests of his family.

“I was unaware of Matsumoto Saburo’s orders.” He paused and continued, “Besides, he’s dead now, so it’s not like he can decide for himself.”

These words were practically an admission that Tsurumi Kawakami had claimed that Matsumoto Saburo had paid him to sabotage the Tengen assimilation.

The faces of the senior executives in the management department instantly turned extremely ugly. The gaunt old man who had asked the question had a livid face, glared at Matsumoto Naojiro with a sharp look, and then turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Tsurumi Kawaru looked at him, puzzled, then turned his gaze to Matsumoto Naojiro, and said earnestly, "Um... can I have the card?"

Matsumoto Naojiro choked, his face turning from red to pale. Tsurumi Kawaru, fearing he wouldn't pay, added, "This was the agreed-upon payment beforehand. One must keep one's word. Even if he tried to kill me but was killed by the backlash, the money still has to be paid."

This was like dancing on a minefield, making Matsumoto Naojiro's forehead veins throb and his blood pressure spike. Before he could even utter a word while pointing at Tsurumi Kawa, he was so angry that he fell backward.

After he fainted, chaos erupted at the scene.

Tsurumi Kawakami blinked, watching Matsumoto Naojiro being carried away for treatment, then turned to Gojo Satoru: "Did he agree or not?"

Gojo Satoru covered his mouth and laughed so hard he bent over. He patted Gojo's shoulder with his big hand, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and said, "It's okay, if he doesn't give them to me, I'll get them back for you."

The chaos here has temporarily subsided, and Xia Youjie's side has also reached the final moment. After subduing the special-grade cursed spirit, he stretched out his hand and a dark cursed spirit ball emitting an ominous aura appeared in his hand.

Xia Youjie didn't swallow the cursed spirit in front of so many people. He put the cursed spirit ball in his pocket and walked a few steps to the two of them.

Tsurumi Kawa greeted him, and then the three of them, taking advantage of the fact that the director's department was too busy with this disaster, sneaked away with the assistant director.

Having just returned to the vocational college and before they could even celebrate, Ieiri Shoko called, her voice calm yet serious. Because it was an outgoing call, the group exchanged glances and went together to the anatomy room next to the school clinic.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, the autopsy of that Matsumoto guy was done with Shoko's help," Gojo Satoru suddenly reminded him before pushing the door open.

That's why it was discovered that Matsumoto Saburo's cause of death was a backlash from the technique.

Tsurumi Kawakami nodded and followed them into the dissection room. The faint smell of formaldehyde mixed with disinfectant evaporating in the air. Ieiri Shoko stood beside the dissection table wearing a white coat.

Seeing them enter, Ieiri Shoko, who stood with a serious expression and arms crossed, dropped a bombshell: "Matsumoto Saburo's brain is missing."

“”

The three people who had just entered all had question marks on their heads.

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, his beautiful six eyes gleaming with obvious confusion: "Ha, Shoko, have you gone crazy from staying up all night? What do you mean you've lost your brain?"

Xia Youjie patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder and reminded him, "Satoru, Shoko will be angry if you say that."

Shoko Ieiri rolled her eyes in annoyance and said seriously, "I'm serious. Doesn't Saburo Matsumoto have sutures on his forehead? At first, I thought it was a scar from brain surgery, but I just noticed that the scar is gone."

"So I suspect that the scar on his forehead was caused by the procedure."

After a pause, Ieiri Shoko continued, "I opened his skull and found that his brain was missing."

Upon hearing this, Tsurumi Kawakami's golden eyes widened, and he swallowed hard before asking blankly, "Then, where did his brain go?"

Shoko Ieiri shrugged and said, "Who knows? But it's clear from what we can see that he was subjected to some kind of magic before he died, and the sutures on his forehead are a side effect of that magic."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and suddenly said, "Has your brain run away?"

Xia Youjie choked, and said somewhat speechlessly, "Brains don't grow legs, Wu."

When Tsurumi Kawakuri heard their conversation, an image of a brain growing legs and running away flashed through his mind, and a strange sense of humor made him laugh out loud, attracting the attention of the three of them.

He waved his hand and described the scene, which made the others laugh.

Xia Youjie thought for a few seconds and said, "If that's the case, his previous desire for an attack-oriented strategy might have been manipulated by someone."

The person behind the scenes doesn't want Tianyuan to obtain the Star Magma and complete the assimilation; his goal is to make Tianyuan fail to assimilate and begin to evolve.

But who would do that? It's the Panxing Cult.

No, that's not right.

Xia Youjie shook his head inwardly. If the Panxing Cult had such a scheme, they wouldn't have offered such a high reward for a Star Essence on the dark web. This person must be even more deeply hidden than the Panxing Cult, and the supervisory department might have already been infiltrated.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Xia Youjie shared his thoughts with others, who all agreed with him.

Tsurumi Kawakami wasn't very good at thinking, but after listening to Natsumi Yuuki's words and following his train of thought, he suddenly felt that the person hiding behind the scenes was somewhat terrifying.

"So his target is Lord Tengen?" Tsurumi asked seriously.

Xia Youjie nodded, while Wutiao Wu snapped his fingers, his tone still light and arrogant, seemingly unaffected.

He said, "The other side is in the dark while we are in the light, and we don't have a single clue. There's no use thinking about it now. But now that we know the side effects of their procedure, we can just be more careful when we see people with sutures on their foreheads in the future."

Upon hearing this, Ieiri Shoko nodded slightly, agreeing with Gojo Satoru's statement.

Tsurumi Kawakami scratched his cheek with his finger, and thought that Gojo Satoru's words might not be wrong, so he nodded and said "Mm".

After discussing this issue, Shoko Ieiri yawned, took off her white coat, and prepared to go back to her dormitory to catch up on sleep.

So the group decided to go back to their dorm together.

Meanwhile, Nocturnal Elephant, who had received the message and was waiting in the office, waited and waited but no one came. When he went to class in the afternoon, he was shocked to find that the classroom was empty and there was not a single person in sight.

Night Moth Masakazu stood at the door, veins bulging on his forehead. He took out his phone and dialed a number. The next second, a deafening, angry voice echoed throughout the teaching building.