Chapter 23: Old Orange Stewed Seaweed Egg Drop Soup It’s hard to imagine this...
It’s hard to imagine that the basement of such an ordinary single-family building would be so large.
At Suzuki Kawa's invitation, Gojo Satoru followed Suzuki Kawa and entered through the secret door under the stairs. After walking up another flight of stairs, he could faintly smell a cold and murderous atmosphere.
The six eyes scanned the surroundings. The darkness was not an obstacle for these special eyes. Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised by what he saw.
Suzuki Kawa was very familiar with his basement, and didn't even need any lighting. He walked straight around the boxes scattered on the ground and turned on the lights.
The lights came on, revealing the basement. Gojo Satoru estimated that Suzuki Kawa had also opened up the basement of the Fushiguro family next door, otherwise the area wouldn't be so large.
Leaning against the wall are rows of cabinets with built-in dimmed lights, extending from the ground to the ceiling, about three meters high. The gaps between the cabinets have been precisely measured. Standing by the stairs, you can see that after more than a dozen lights are turned on, the shadows are stretched very short.
The ground was a little dusty, and it looked like no one had been here for a while.
The glass window reflected two figures. Suzuki Kawa spread his arms, raised his chin and said proudly, "These are all my collections!"
Although all of them were brought by his sister, they are all family, so what belongs to his sister is also his!
At most you'll get scolded.
There is a shelf on each layer of the cabinet, and on the shelf are various guns. There is a nameplate at the bottom, recording the model of the gun and the time of acquisition.
and the number of times it is used.
This place looks more like an exhibition hall, with exquisite furnishings. There are even dark lights embedded in the ground. Several scattered boxes contain boxes of bullets of unknown sizes.
When Suzuki Kawa turned on the light switch, all the lights in the basement lit up, including the dimmed lights in the cabinets.
"Are all the connections used here connected in series?" Gojo Satoru turned and asked Suzuki Kawa.
Then, meeting a pair of innocent and clear eyes, Suzuki Kawa asked him, "What is tandem?"
The white-haired teacher fell silent, looked away, and said firmly, "Ogawa, I think you can put your spell training class on hold for now. Your top priority is to finish your junior high school curriculum."
Suzuki Chuan sneered: "Gojo-sensei, you talk as if I have finished elementary school courses."
Gojo Satoru:?
no?
The basement fell into an awkward silence. Under Gojo Satoru's gaze, Suzuki Kawa touched the back of his head and chuckled, "Just kidding, how could that be possible?"
"I think it's quite possible." Gojo Satoru really couldn't have any expectations for this student.
Suzuki Kawazen pretended not to hear this and walked excitedly into the back of the closet. He said to Gojo Satoru in a serious tone, "Teacher, come with me!"
Walking around rows of cabinets, Suzuki Kawa had no interest in the various guns behind the glass windows, and went straight to an open space hidden behind the cabinets.
There was a large cardboard box there, which looked damaged in battle and was about to break apart. More than a dozen strangely shaped guns were stuffed together. Compared with the well-maintained collectible guns in the display cabinet, these more than a dozen guns looked more like carelessly thrown garbage.
Gojo Satoru suspected that the things in the underground exhibition hall did not belong to Suzuki Kawa at all, and the things in the rotten cardboard box were his.
Roku's eyes flashed as he took in the surveillance cameras all over the ceiling. He remembered that Suzuki Kawa had an older sister, and Fushiguro Megumi also said that Suzuki Kawa used to live with his sister.
Later, my sister went to college and moved away from here.
Suzuki Kawa pulled out a gun with force, and skillfully pulled the rope on the gun to put it on his body. Perhaps because it had been in disrepair for a long time, the rope on the gun broke at once.
After shaking it, a few more parts fell to the ground.
The boy with a crew cut gave Gojo Satoru a wry smile, quickly picked it up and put it back in his pocket, pretending nothing had happened.
Gojo Satoru took a breath and asked, "Is this what you said was just for show?"
I originally thought it was some powerful hot weapon, but it turned out to be the era of cold weapons. This thing can only be used to hit those old guys on the forehead.
He really couldn't overestimate Suzuki Kawa.
Suzuki Chuan received Gojo Satoru's indescribable gaze and tried to clear his name: "Don't look at it because it hasn't been repaired for more than ten years. It was a good charge back then!"
"Why not take the one from the cupboard?"
"Because the cabinet is locked." Suzuki Kawa looked very righteous.
He stared at the gun in his hand, then glanced at the even worse guns in the box. He decided to hold the modified Gatling gun, which he didn't know what version, in one hand and invited Gojo Satoru to form a team: "Okay, Gojo-sensei, let's go."
"……OK."
Young people, it's good to have some fun. Gojo Satoru thought that the current sorcerers have been imprisoned by the General Affairs Department for too long, and it is rare to see someone like Ogawa who gets angry at the slightest disagreement.
He lacks the awe of the high-ranking old men in the general directorate. The rules of the magic world are meaningless to him. His family background and himself are his greatest support.
Gojo Satoru was very happy and immediately called his clan members to ask them to drive over to pick them up and take them to the general manager's office.
Before going out, Suzuki Kawa felt that his clothes were a little dirty, so he changed into another set of clothes, saying that if he was going to cause trouble, he would rather not wear the technical high school uniform.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the General Directorate's "door" in Tokyo welcomed two uninvited guests.
As the head of one of the three great families, Gojo Satoru naturally had the credentials to pass freely. After verifying his identity, he took Suzuki Kawa into the dark corridor.
"It's so dark, why don't you install a light?" Suzuki Kawa complained as he reluctantly followed Gojo Satoru with the soft light from his cell phone screen.
"Ah, this road is rarely used by other people, and the six-eyes don't need lighting, so I didn't bother to ask someone to install it." Gojo Satoru explained to him, "This road is not long, we will arrive soon."
Two minutes later, Gojo Satoru pushed open a door, the lights came on, and they walked out from behind the door and appeared in a corridor.
The corridor looked very modern, with a shiny floor and overhead lights set every two meters. There were closed doors on both sides, with various place names marked on them.
The doors around them were all marked with Tokyo, which seemed to indicate that there was more than one door leading to the General Directorate in Tokyo.
Gojo Satoru led Suzuki Kawa forward. Suzuki Kawa looked up and saw that most cities only had one gate. He looked back and saw that behind Tokyo's gate was Kyoto's gate, and it seemed that there were more gates than in Tokyo.
Kyoto is the headquarters of the three great families, so it's not surprising.
"A gate will only certify the corresponding sorcerer. Except for the two major areas of Tokyo and Kyoto, the gates in other areas will only allow the sorcerers assigned there to pass through." Gojo Satoru saw that he was curious and spoke.
There are few sorcerers, and this "gate" made up of spells and incantations cannot accommodate too many sorcerers.
But for a top-grade sorcerer like Gojo Satoru and the head of the Gojo family, all "doors" are open to him, including himself, and he also has a private passage to the general manager's office.
Naturally, there are also the heads of the Zenin family and the Kamo family.
Gojo Satoru took Suzuki Kawa through a private passage. After all, they were still operating in secret and couldn't let those old guys know about it.
There was an open door in front, facing the wall of another corridor, with a sign on it.
Suzuki Kawa took a look and saw that the left side led to the "office" and the right side led to the "meeting room".
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: Is it that simple? Shouldn't it be like his mother's company, divided into dozens of departments or something, or all the various areas concentrated in these two locations?
Gojo Satoru stood in the corridor and turned his head to look to the right. Suzuki Kawa also looked over there. It was quiet over there, with only dim lights flashing.
There's no one over there, Suzuki Kawa thought, watching Gojo-sensei walk towards the office area on the left without hesitation, and followed his footsteps.
There is another door at the end of the corridor, but it is inlaid with glass, so you can see some of the scenes inside.
It's quiet, it's too quiet here.
This was Suzuki Kawa's first reaction.
He originally thought that the directorate would be a bustling place with many employees, after all, it had to coordinate tasks across the country and collect files.
But it was so quiet here that they couldn't see a single person as they approached, and the divided areas looked eerily simple.
Gojo Satoru seemed to be used to it. He raised his hand, pushed open the office door, and took in the scene inside.
Suzuki Kawaya looked over, and to his surprise, the office seemed very large, at least as big as a football field. All the lights were on, as if it were daytime, but it was also very quiet inside.
Where are the people?
The area divided by the workbench is not small, at least much larger than some companies, and there are partitions, but the layout is very uniform, and even personal belongings cannot be seen.
Gojo Satoru walked straight ahead with his hands in his pockets, then stopped beside a table. He kicked with his long legs, and someone immediately cried out in pain.
Sunglasses reflected the light, and Gojo Satoru's casual voice rang out: "Hey, where's Old Orange on duty tonight?"
The unknown sorcerer who had been dozing on the table got up. His face, about to burst into anger, softened when he saw Gojo Satoru's conspicuous white hair. He said in a low voice, "They'll be leaving this afternoon. I'll just stay here to guard them tonight."
"What about the assignments?" Gojo Satoru's eyes were cold behind his sunglasses.
The man shuddered and stammered, "The superiors said that ordinary... there's no need to rush. Those above level one... can just be assigned to Mr. Gojo."
He spoke more and more quietly.
Suzuki Kawa could no longer use the word "surprise" to describe his mood. He could only feel shocked.
He looked at Gojo Sensei, and then at the sorcerer who looked so pampered that his face had become fat.
It turns out that it was Gojo-sensei who was being used as a slave. He thought bitterly that it would be better to recruit him into his father's arms group. Although it was a bit shameful, at least the benefits were good!
He has three days off a week and only works five or six hours a day. The boss likes to give out benefits when he is happy. The customer base is stable and there is no loss every quarter. There are sometimes fierce competitions, but his father has been rooted in Yokohama for more than ten years and has already established good relationships with everyone.
All the employees who have been there say it’s good!
When Rokugan noticed Suzuki Kawa's overly rich facial expressions, Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat. Why did it feel like Ogawa looked at him like a beggar on the street, full of sympathy and disappointment, and even a hint of thirst for talent.
Go back and teach this brat a lesson.
Do you understand the value of being the only strongest special-grade sorcerer?
Gojo Satoru stared at the sorcerer and continued walking forward. At the end were several cubicles, which were also the offices of the senior executives of the general management department.
The sorcerer raised his head cautiously, looking at the strange boy following behind Gojo Satoru, with his blond crew cut and deep-set mixed-race face. He immediately thought of the eldest son of the Suzuki family who had recently been the focus of the general management department.
What did Gojo Satoru bring him here for? And that guy is carrying a gun, right?
I should tell my boss quietly, thinking about it, he quickly took out his cell phone to send a message.
There was no way Gojo Satoru couldn't see his movements with his six eyes, but he didn't stop him. How could this wonderful show tonight be without Old Orange?
This corridor is very long, but there are not many workstations. Suzuki Kawa took a glance and was shocked again to find that the workstations of these sorcerers were ridiculously large.
Is there a bed to sleep in?!
It turns out that Gojo Sensei is the only one who lives a part-time job, while other sorcerers who are admitted to the general manager's department have a stable job for thirty years.
It’s not so easy to get the job done by those who are capable!
Of course, Gojo Satoru's target was not the offices of those old oranges, but a row of computers with lit screens near those cubicles.
Most of the computer screens in this row show the progress of various tasks. When Suzuki Kawa saw these screens, various tasks were still being continuously input, but all of them were pending.
"Don't be fooled by the large number of tasks here. The accuracy rate is less than half." Gojo Satoru said sarcastically, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
What he was looking for was very simple. Who issued the tasks for the other three first-year students? All tasks needed to be approved by senior management before they could be assigned. As Sukuna's vessel, Yuji Itadori didn't believe that those old guys would just pass it by with their eyes closed as usual.
When he was still studying at a technical college, he had to write very detailed reports.
After being transferred to the General Directorate, they will be sorted out by someone and all put into the record archive.
For every mission, the monitoring "window", the mission assessment level, the person executing the spellcaster, the mission process report, and the senior management who approved the mission all need to be recorded.
Gojo Satoru hadn't touched this row of computers where tasks were scheduled for a long time. He looked at the pages that had barely changed and actually felt that they were normal.
Quickly opening the historical mission records, Gojo Satoru quickly found the file marked with the juvenile detention center mission, with a bracket saying "Report pending submission" on it.
Suzuki Kawa touched his chin and stood behind him looking at the opened file. Gojo Satoru skillfully scrolled to the bottom.
The bottom is marked with the monitoring "window" and the high-level that passed this mission.
"Iwai Shunsuke." Suzuki Kawa pronounced the name and frowned, "That's the mission he assigned, right?"
Gojo Satoru understood the composition of the General Management Department better than the clueless Suzuki Kawa. He lowered his gaze as he read the few lines of task description and said, "It's the person recommended by the Kamo family."
The Kamo family, Suzuki Kawa knew this, was one of the three great families in the world of curse arts, but his good friend Megumi Fushiguro had almost no contact with the Kamo clan members.
I heard that Kamo's family tradition was taught in Kyoto.
Gojo Satoru stared at the name for a long moment, then stood up and said, "Follow me, Ogawa."
He immediately found another computer and looked at the juvenile detention center mission again, but it was still the same as before.
After switching between several computers, Gojo Satoru's gaze stopped at the computer screen in front of him. His eyes flickered a few times, and he turned his head to look at the confused Suzuki Kawa: "The mission has been tampered with."
"What?!" This was a serious matter. Suzuki Kawa opened his eyes wide and watched Gojo Satoru operating the computer quickly. He input a series of codes and the screen jumped very quickly. Before he could see the characters clearly, a new page popped up.
Gojo-sensei can do this?! Suzuki Kawa's pupils trembled.
After hitting the final enter key, Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, looking at the task content restored on the screen with a cold gaze.
The original task rating is above level one, and it is recommended that a level one sorcerer accept it.
It would never be the turn of Megumi Fushiguro and the others. Among the three of them, only Megumi Fushiguro had the highest level of sorcerer, which was level two.
The other two didn’t even get a rating.
However, on other computers, the task was displayed as difficulty level two or three, and was naturally assigned to the high-level professional.
Currently, there are only first-year sorcerers available in the technical high school.
Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought. This mission was most likely the work of the conservatives who clamored for the execution of Yuji Itadori. However, Shunsuke Iwai, who approved the mission, was also a member of the conservatives. Was the mission information tampered with to make it look more reasonable?
Knowing clearly that Gojo Satoru, the first-year homeroom teacher, would come knocking on the door if something happened, do these attempts to whitewash the situation really make sense?
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the conservatives had more contact with the political circles than the Gojo faction, so logically, they should be more wary of Suzuki Kawa.
Aren’t they afraid that something might happen to Suzuki Kawa?
Unless someone discovered that Suzuki Kawa had left Tokyo Jujutsu High School early in the morning, and in a very short period of time, found a seemingly reasonable task and quickly distributed it to the first-year students, in an attempt to quickly get rid of Yuji Itadori.
The six eyes flashed, and the mission of the juvenile detention center changed because the cursed baby swallowed Sukuna's finger, and Yuji Itadori was Sukuna's container.
Suzuki Kawa was also looking at the original content of the mission. He didn't think as much as Gojo Satoru, but he knew a little more than Gojo Satoru.
He knew that Sukuna would appear alone later and would be very strong.
Now that his good friend Yuji Itadori is in trouble, wouldn't it be Sukuna who took over Yuji Itadori's body? Plus, Sukuna will become stronger in the future, which means that Sukuna has received supplies.
The mission of the juvenile detention center is to recover the finger, which is clearly giving Sukuna a big experience package!
"They actually came up with such a vicious way to feed Yujin his fingers. How abominable!"
"Hey, finger?" Gojo Satoru suddenly looked up at Suzuki Kawa who had an angry look on his face.
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There were hurried footsteps coming from the door, and several middle-aged and elderly men who looked to be around fifty years old rushed in, glanced around, and went straight to the standing Suzuki Kawa, their expressions looking very angry.
"Who allowed you to break into the directorate without permission!" the leading man shouted.
Suzuki Kawa looked up and saw that the old guy was also angry. He walked out quickly, as if he was going to argue with this group of old guys.
"Who allowed you to execute people without authorization!" When his brows turned cold, the mixed-race face instantly became much more imposing.
Holding his modified Gatling gun in one hand and his other hand on his waist, Suzuki Kawa opened his mouth and started to speak frantically: "What's wrong with me being here? Why can't I come? Am I not a sorcerer? Why can't I come? Isn't this the general directorate of the sorcery world? There's no one here. You've used your old face to wipe the floor of the restaurant, right? You even like to lick the ground. You reek of alcohol. Don't get a stroke when you're old!"
"You! You--" The middle-aged man in the lead blushed.
A man wearing glasses behind him stood up, pushed his glasses, and looked at Suzuki Kawa who was standing behind the table. Although they were not far away, due to the perspective, none of them could see the Gatling gun in Suzuki Kawa's hand.
So there was a hint of threat on his face: "You are Suzuki Kawa, right? Your background is indeed quite prominent, but you have to know that the world of curse is not like your family. We naturally have our own rules."
"Many of the spellcasters' techniques are blind and could easily injure Master Suzuki. Compared to the Kyoto School with its long tradition, the Tokyo School is still too childish. I have already communicated with your grandfather and suggested that Master Suzuki transfer to the Kyoto School."
Suzuki Chuan narrowed his purple eyes and sneered, "Who do you think you are to control me? Even my mother has never controlled me like this. I can go wherever I want. Even if I beat you into a paraplegic today, it won't have any effect. Do you want to try?"
He looked at the stiff smile on the man with glasses and sneered, "You still say the sword has no eyes? Then isn't my technique also the sword has no eyes? What? You want to have a taste of it too?"
The man with glasses was defeated, and someone else immediately took over the conversation: "Master Suzuki, if you still want to stay in the curse world, you must obey the orders of the General Directorate. You are not allowed to trespass without the General Directorate's permission. This is also clearly stated in the regulations."
There was a loud bang, and Suzuki Kawa slammed his hand on the table, his eyebrows and eyes arrogant. "Yes, I want to continue to stay in the world of curses, so I came to inspect the situation of the general directorate, is that not okay?"
Zi's eyes swept over the four men. They looked to be in their fifties, with greasy faces and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. No one knew where they had rushed here from.
"You guys are on duty tonight, right?" Suzuki Kawa raised his chin.
The three people who were speaking looked at each other and did not respond for a while.
Suddenly, the last person spoke up: "Just do it directly. It's not like there are no sorcerers who can erase memories."
Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows and looked at the last person, who had a round veil on his head and shifty eyes. He looked like he was full of tricks and conspiracies, and had obvious resentment in his heart.
He smiled, exerted force with his arms, and the modified Gatling gun suddenly appeared, with the muzzle pointing at the four people. The baffle on the workstation was just convenient for holding the Gatling gun.
Facing the dark cave entrance, the four people were all stunned. The faint smell of gunpowder told them that this was not a fake gun.
"You, you, you--" The man with glasses never expected that Suzuki Kawa would bring such a thing so blatantly. They left in a hurry and didn't even check the surveillance. They came here when they heard that someone had broken into the directorate.
Is it even worth thinking about whether their technique is faster or Suzuki Kawa pulls the trigger faster?!
It's not a speed-type technique like Zenin Naohito's!
According to the speed of the bullets, they fell down without even having to activate any spells.
"Aren't you afraid that we will call the police?" The middle-aged man in the lead was mostly sober. He stood in the front and was almost pointed at the forehead by the Gatling gun. His chest was heaving violently and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back. He was afraid that Suzuki Kawa would slip and he would die.
Suzuki Chuan shrugged. "Call them, quickly. Remember to give the address and say it's the headquarters of the great world of sorcery. When someone comes, I'll tell them they've trespassed into the headquarters and who gave me permission. I'll knock them out first, then find a sorcerer who can erase their memories. After that, I'll have someone come and collect their bodies."
Man with glasses: "You lunatic..."
"You still dare to scold me?" Suzuki Kawa looked at him.
The man with glasses turned pale and shut his mouth.
The third man also spoke up: "Master Suzuki, let's talk it over."
"Didn't you say you were going to fight? Come on, I'll let you fight." Suzuki Chuan grinned, his eyes fixed on the last person wearing a round cap, his eyes devoid of any smile. "You, what's your name?"
"He is Shunsuke Iwai!" Before the man with the veil could speak, the man whose forehead was pointed at by Gatling couldn't wait to answer.
There was an obvious expression of flattery on the fat face.
He secretly groaned in his heart. If he had known that this kid brought such a terrifying thing, why would he have made such a fuss? Didn't they say that Gojo Satoru brought this kid here? Where could Gojo Satoru go? He must be hiding in the dark watching them laugh at him.
Resentment flashed in his narrowed eyes. Damn it, after coaxing this kid away, I will give that Gojo Satoru three times the tasks.
"Oh~ You are that Iwai Shunsuke," Suzuki Chuan raised his eyes to look at the round-veiled girl, "You are the one who passed the juvenile detention center mission."
When the others heard this, they knew that Suzuki Kawa was trying to stand up for Yuji Itadori, and immediately thought there was something going on and started to shirk responsibility.
"Yes, he was the one who advocated for its passage!"
"We are all neutrals!"
"This is all Iwai's fault!"
The man with the round veil, that is, Iwai Shunsuke, looked more and more ugly as he listened to the accusations of the other three people. The resentment in his body almost turned into ink, but he did not dare to lash out at the black muzzle of the gun.
These people had all said openly or secretly that they wanted to join the conservatives, or were conservatives themselves, but now that this young man was pointing a gun at them, they all turned against him. It was really an eye-opener for him.
He looked at Suzuki Kawa with a playful look on his face and gritted his teeth: "I passed the mission, but I was also instructed by the faction. The conservatives have always wanted to kill Sukuna Container."
"Really?" Suzuki Kawa spoke slowly, and moved the gun away. The other people tacitly moved aside, letting the scary gun barrel point at Iwai Shunsuke.
Iwai Shunsuke almost hated those three people to death. Regret finally emerged in his heart. He should have known not to stand up. Even though he had been annoyed with Gojo Satoru for a long time, it would be okay to endure it this time.
This Suzuki Kawa would definitely dare to shoot here, Iwai Shunsuke thought, his face turned pale, and his legs began to tremble unconsciously. It was obvious that the gun had been used to kill many people. The smell of rust mixed with the smell of blood was particularly condensed under the light.
In the silence so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, sweat began to form on his forehead, sliding across his sticky face and dripping onto the ground.
"Yes, it was the Kamo family who ordered it!"
He finally couldn't help it and shouted, his voice shrill and trembling, "Someone in the Kamo family has instructed us to make Itadori Yuji touch Sukuna's fingers!"
"It's an elder. I don't know which one specifically, but I'm guessing it's the fourth elder, Kamo Maki," he continued.
Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows and asked, "What does he look like?"
"Around forty years old, with long hair, not very tall, and a suture line on his forehead! But, but this is what I saw last year. I haven't seen him in over a year."
Sutures? A strange light flashed in Suzuki Kawa's eyes. He raised the corner of his lips, and his tongue unconsciously licked the tip of his teeth. His left eye instantly turned blue.
The black pupil is like a drop of ink, condensed in the eye socket.
Iwai Shunsuke met the strange eyes, his gaze became dull, his body stiffened and he fell to the ground with a loud noise.
The other three were terrified. They realized that this might be Suzuki Kawa's technique, which could instantly knock down Iwai Shunsuke, a first-level sorcerer. Then they, the second-level sorcerers, would have no power to resist.
They discovered in despair that they could not defeat Suzuki Kawa with either weapons or techniques. Even if they died here tonight, Suzuki Kawa's family had the means to deal with their deaths. Even Suzuki Kawa's teacher Gojo Satoru would immediately arrange someone to fill their positions.
After being domineering for so long, this was the first time they experienced the feeling of being oppressed by power. They were all heartbroken, and some even thought of just launching the spell directly.
In just a moment, they were afraid of Suzuki Kawa's eyes and lowered their heads. They found that Iwai Shunsuke, who was lying stiffly on the ground, suddenly began to twitch his hands and feet, and his eyes rolled up, just like an epileptic.
Suzuki Kawa also looked over and was slightly surprised. Wasn't it just being dragged into a spiritual world to scare her? How could this girl with the round veil be so easily frightened?
The farce was almost coming to an end. Gojo Satoru copied all the necessary information to his phone, stood up, and stretched. "Ah, it's been a while. I'm really tired."
The sudden sound scared the three men so much that their legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground. Iwai Shunsuke, whose hands and feet were twitching, stretched out his arms and legs again and kicked the three men several times.
The leading man shivered and looked up, noticing a head of iconic white hair. Gojo Satoru was much taller than them, looking down at them with a look of surprise: "When did you get here?"
He laughed heartily and apologized without apologetic intent: "I'm so sorry, I was so focused that I didn't even notice you all coming."
"What are you all sitting for? Go back to your office and lie down."
Gojo Satoru put his phone back into his pocket, a smile on his lips, and looked at Suzuki Kawa with another look of affected surprise: "Hey, when will Xiaochuan stand up? Put this toy away quickly, look how scared these sixty-year-old men are."
Sixty years old? Suzuki Chuan looked at those sleek and well-maintained middle-aged and elderly people. He thought they were in their early fifties. The Feng Shui of the General Manager's Office is really nourishing. Look, those old guys have been raised into middle-aged ones.
Stretching out his long legs, he realized that the corridor was actually not small, but with four people slumped on the ground, it was extremely crowded. There was also Shunsuke Iwai who was twitching from time to time. Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
"What's wrong with Mr. Iwai? Why don't you rush to the hospital?" He said with a strange tone, "Please make way. I need to go home."
The three men were frightened by Rokugan and scrambled to get out of the way. Gojo Satoru walked over and stood on Iwai Shunsuke, who was still immersed in the psychic illusion. He kicked the man hard and kicked him into the workstation next to him. His round head hit the leg of the chair and Iwai Shunsuke stopped moving.
Gojo Satoru: "Fortunately, there is no limit to what you can do. Otherwise, it would be so dirty. Let's go, Ogawa."
He turned around and smiled at Suzuki Kawa, then put on his sunglasses again.
The young man with a crew cut followed Gojo Satoru with a Gatling gun in his hand. After walking a distance, he turned around and gave the three people a malicious smile, mouthing: I'll come again.
After leaving the office, Suzuki Kawa switched hands while holding the Gatling gun and shook his sore wrist: "This old guy is quite heavy."
Gojo Satoru walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, his steps brisk. When he turned into the passage he had come from, he said, "Well done, Ogawa."
"Of course!" Suzuki Chuan laughed. "I wanted to have a chat with them, but they don't look like the ones in charge, and they're still so formal. There's no point in chatting with them."
After passing through the gates of several cities, Gojo Satoru did not stop in the Tokyo area, but continued walking forward.
Suzuki Chuan followed him curiously and asked, "Where are we going?"
After passing the last door of Tokyo, Gojo Satoru stood in front of the first door marked "Kyoto", input his cursed energy, glanced at Suzuki River, and said, "Of course I'm going back to my house to avoid the limelight."
Compared to the dark passage before, the decoration behind this door leading to Kyoto is very complete. The corridor can accommodate four people at the same time. There are chandeliers hanging on both sides and picture frames on the walls.
The floor was also made of wood, and there was a dull sound when walking on it.
"Just leave the rest to the teacher." Gojo Satoru had a smile on his face, feeling a long-lost sense of relief in his heart. It really was satisfying to watch these old guys make fools of themselves.
The reliable teacher's voice echoed in the passage, "Didn't you learn something from Iwai? And about the psychic eyes? I wonder if there's any relevant record in the Gojo family's collection of books."
Suzuki Kawa really wanted to find out something, about the mother of his good friend Yuji Itadori, um, that is, Nozomi, who is characterized by the sutures on her forehead and looks like a big villain.
"Gojo-sensei, if you had a friend whose mother changed from a man to another man and did something to hurt her friend, what would you do?"
Gojo Satoru stopped and looked at Suzuki Kawa with a horrified expression: "Whose mother is a man?!"
"What? I thought the world of magic had already invented such advanced technology." Suzuki Kawa was also horrified. He remembered his previous guess and tried to hold back, but he couldn't help it and asked the strongest sorcerer in the world of magic.
"In the world of curse techniques, is there really no such technique that can allow men to have children?" Where did Hisahito come from?
"Why do you think so?" Gojo Satoru was shocked.
Suzuki Kawa: "This is seeking truth from facts!"
"Whose mother?"
"Yuhito!" Suzuki Kawa spoke quickly, but he reacted right after he finished speaking and shut his mouth.
Gojo Satoru pushed up his sunglasses, which had slipped down due to shock, and looked at Suzuki Kawa with an indescribable expression: "Who told you that?"
He has read information about Yuji Itadori. Hisahito's mother is named Kaori Itadori, and she looks like a woman no matter how you look at her.
Suddenly thinking of something, Gojo Satoru's face changed slightly. No, there was also a circle of stitches on Kaori Itadori's head.
The words of Iwai Shunsuke just now came to his mind, and Gojo Satoru frowned. Suture line?
Something vaguely emerged in his mind, but Gojo Satoru could not grasp the thread. His thoughts turned over several times, but there were too few clues, so he could only put them aside for now.
Suzuki Chuan said guiltily: "Well, I saw it, the effect of the technique."
It seems that he guessed wrong. Hisahito's mother should be a girl, so he said how could a man give birth to a child.
After silently apologizing to his good friend in his heart, Suzuki Kawa followed Gojo Satoru obediently and walked for about five minutes before standing at the end.
Also to verify the cursed power, the door was unlocked successfully and Gojo Satoru pushed it open.
Behind the door was the head of the Gojo family's room. A faint woody fragrance wafted by. Suzuki Kawa looked at the furnishings around him and concluded that any one of the vases was his pocket money for half a year.
It was already early morning, and Gojo Satoru went to turn on the light. There was still a dim light on in the master's room. It was a dim candlelight, burning an unknown spice that had a precious scent.
Seeing the light in the master's room, a servant immediately came over and asked, "Master, is there anything you need?"
Gojo Satoru felt a headache when he saw the Gatling gun in Suzuki Kawa's hand. He turned to look at the servant and said, "This is my student. Please arrange a courtyard for him. As for that thing, leave it here for now."
He was still quite worried that Suzuki Kawa might make a mistake and blast his house.
Suzuki Kawa didn't care. He was quite happy to get rid of this overweight old friend. After putting the Gatling gun on the ground, he happily followed the servants.
The Gojo family's house is very big, comparable to his grandfather's house, but it looks a little older. It seems that all the old houses in Kyoto are of this style.
It feels so simple and solemn that it is hard to imagine that Mr. Gojo grew up in such an environment.
Alas, if Suzuki Kawa had grown up in a place like this when he was a child, he would definitely have been a handsome and elegant young man, well-educated, and naturally handsome.
Is this how words are used? Suzuki Chuan touched his chin, thinking that thinking about words was no different from the battle between the left and right brain, and immediately put it out of his mind.
He asked the servant who was leading the way, "Is there anything left to eat? I'm about to faint from hunger."
"Of course." The servant answered him politely, "May I know what the young master's name is?"
"Suzuki Kawa." Suzuki Kawa looked up at the corridors on both sides, all of which were hung with chandeliers. He looked carefully and found that they were all light bulbs.
He thought it was another fire.
The servant took him to the vacant yard closest to the master's yard and immediately arranged for food.
Suzuki Kawa was stunned when he saw the completely modern courtyard after pushing open the wooden gate.
He thought that the inside and the outside were the same, all in the same style that was from hundreds of years ago.
After walking through the courtyard surrounded by rockery, the door of the living room is open and you can see an extra-large TV, game discs and controllers.
There is also a small kitchen, refrigerator, new robot vacuum cleaner, projector, and comic book cabinet distributed in various areas.
A small staircase leads to the lower level of the second floor, where there is a bed. The ceiling is a glass window, through which you can see the starry sky - there are quite a lot of stars in Kyoto.
Suzuki Kawa took out his cell phone and sent a voice message to his father in a firm tone.
"Dad, I don't want to go back and live here anymore. You can take care of the house by yourself."
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