Chapter 27: It seems like an old friend is coming, Brother Jie is coming, Brother Jie is coming
Suzuki Kawa actually fainted.
When he woke up, it was already night. Above his head was the familiar glass skylight and the sky was full of twinkling stars. His dull eyes moved for a long time before he remembered that this was the Gojo family.
"Oh, you're awake." A voice came from beside him. Suzuki Kawa turned his head and found Gojo Satoru sitting in a rocking chair at the table near the stairs, looking at him.
The teacher was still wearing his college uniform, and his phone screen was on, probably busy with work.
"Did I faint?" Suzuki Kawa sat up, covering his still dizzy head.
Gojo Satoru: "Yes, the Great Elder had you brought back. The doctor came to see you and said you were allergic... By the way, didn't you notice Xiaochuan staying in the warehouse for so long?"
The teacher in sunglasses raised an eyebrow at the bewildered Suzuki Kawa. The boy responded with a question, "What allergy?"
"It's the incense in the dark wall of the warehouse. There's an ingredient in it that Xiaochuan is allergic to."
Suzuki Kawa is not prone to allergies. When he woke up, he thought he had really fainted from reading. He was struggling with how to face Gojo teacher, but when he heard that it was an allergy, he was relieved.
He had been inhaling the incense for so long, no wonder he felt dizzy.
Gojo Satoru made a special trip back to his family home not just to visit the student in trouble. He pulled a card from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is Ogawa's student ID, but there's a disciplinary record printed on the back, hahahaha!"
Suzuki Kawa: ...
These damn old guys in the general directorate!
He sighed and saw Gojo Satoru stand up. He glanced at the time on his phone and said, "Alright, go eat first. I still have some family matters to deal with. If you have any questions, just come to me in the main courtyard."
The somewhat cramped second floor was obviously not suitable for Gojo Satoru's overly tall body. When he stood up, his head almost touched the ceiling. The head of the family, who was always willful, muttered about whether he should tear down this place and rebuild it higher while going down the stairs.
After walking out of Suzuki River's yard, he strolled straight to his own yard. The family affairs that had been piled up for more than a week finally had time to deal with them.
Maybe it was because of the big fuss Suzuki River made last night, the General Directorate is currently keeping a low profile and there are no more messy meetings. In addition, the exorcism of cursed spirits has temporarily come to an end, and the first-year students are still busy learning and training the use of cursed power. Gojo Satoru found that he seemed to have quite some free time in recent days.
——It’s rare.
On the other side, Suzuki Kawa got up, changed his clothes, walked over to pick up his student ID and looked at it, and found that the directorate gave him a first-level sorcerer rating.
Didn’t Mr. Gojo say that he is currently a second-level sorcerer?
These old guys must want to take the opportunity to assign him difficult tasks and persecute him!
Suzuki Kawa narrowed his eyes and bit his nails. His cell phone was also placed on the table, and the servant thoughtfully charged it.
He frowned and stared at the table for a while. Maybe it was the aftereffect of an allergy. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember what it was.
The system's faint electronic voice rang out: [Guess what you want, find a psychiatrist for Itadori Yuji; Fushiguro Miki is in a coma]
Suzuki Kawa:!
"From now on, you will be my reminder." The young man with a crew cut said sincerely.
System: ...Foolish humans simply don't understand the power of this system.
Suzuki Kawa found his sister's contact and called her. While waiting for the call to be connected, he walked downstairs and was touched to find that the food was already prepared and on the table.
It's still steaming, so it must have just come out of the oven.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Noisy heavy metal music came from the other end. Suzuki Chuan knew his sister was out clubbing again. An impatient female voice rang out: "If you have to fart, fart quickly!"
"It's a big deal!" Suzuki Kawa said confidently. He said it was a big deal, so his sister would definitely take it to heart!
"Can't you type something important? You illiterate, hang up."
"Beep-beep-" Suzuki Kawa looked at the hung up phone in disbelief, anger rising in his heart, so he decided not to type and sent it.
He'll hit again in a moment.
The system looked at him in helplessness and rage, and sighed deeply: What a coward.
Putting aside the matter of helping his good friend Yuji Itadori for the time being, Suzuki Kawa sat at the dining table and began to think about the matter of Tsumiki's sister. The vengeful spirit at that time was burned away by him, and all that remained were the so-called restraints and curses.
Death Migration...What exactly is it?
He hadn't eaten lunch and was very hungry now. Thinking about this matter was really an overload for his brain. Suzuki Kawa put the problem aside with regret and started to think about it.
A boy of his age has an unusually big appetite. It took Suzuki Kawa less than half an hour to finish a table full of food. After he finished the last sip of his drink, he was still happily thinking that the food cooked by Gojo Sensei's chef was really delicious.
With his energy replenished, Suzuki Kawa was full of energy again and planned to go to Gojo teacher to discuss Tsumiki's matter.
Walking out of the yard, Suzuki Kawa looked around, recalled the route he took last night, and successfully found the right direction.
The Gojo family is indeed very large. Suzuki Kawa's activity area so far is still the backyard of the Gojo family. Along the way, he saw many courtyards and buildings. There were street lights installed on both sides of the path, but he didn't see many people.
Most of them were servants passing by hurriedly not far away.
Suzuki Kawa lowered his head and sent a message to Gojo Sensei, telling him that he would come to see him, and he received a reply quickly.
Gojo Satoru told him to just go to the master's yard and someone would take him away at the door.
System: [The current Gojo Satoru can't solve Fushiguro Miki's problem, right? She's bound.]
"It's okay," Suzuki Kawa shrugged. "Since Sister Tsumiki has been unconscious for a while, it means that the person who put the restraints on her isn't in a hurry to act. Maybe they're waiting for the right opportunity."
"Then the ultimate copy was opened, and I, Suzuki Kawa, stood up directly and pointed out the culprit. Seeing his shocked and puzzled look, I felt that it was just like me." Suzuki Kawa sighed, holding his face.
[That's a nice thought.] The system sneered. The rules were there, and it couldn't reveal the original plot to Suzuki Kawa. But judging by the current situation, the original plot had already happened, but there were many divergent directions.
...But that's not all. The system thought about how many messy pits Suzuki Kawa had dug since he entered the world of magic. The AI algorithm allowed it to immediately come up with hundreds of new directions for things.
In some ways, Suzuki Kawa is indeed the chosen one.
Three seconds later, the system looked at Suzuki Kawa who didn't pay attention to the gravel road under his feet and fell flat on his face, and sighed in despair, feeling that it had spoken too early.
It's better for it to just be a scalper, as speculating on grains is its hobby.
The small bumps on the road were nothing to worry about. Suzuki Kawa brushed the dust off his clothes and covered the wound with a guilty conscience. Who knew that this gravel road was a bit winding? It was not his fault.
The servant saw Suzuki Kawa and realized that the person guarding the master's yard tonight was another person. Based on his appearance, he judged that this person was the master's student, so he smiled and said, "Master Suzuki, please follow me."
Suzuki Kawa followed the man and found that Gojo Satoru's yard was really ridiculously large. It was divided into a front yard and a back yard. The servants said that the front yard was used by the head of the family to handle official business and convene meetings, and the back yard was a place for rest.
There is another row of low houses behind the backyard. Those were where the guards who protected Gojo Satoru lived when he was a child. After Gojo Satoru became the head of the family, he simply connected them all together and used them to store various things.
The wall surrounding the owner's yard was also very high. Suzuki Kawa estimated that it was about two stories high.
The servant took Suzuki Kawa to a small room and said it was Gojo Satoru's tea room.
"The head of the family is still handling matters in the front yard, and it should be done soon."
Suzuki Chuan whispered to the system: "Gojo-sensei usually has to teach classes and do missions, but does he also have to deal with family matters?"
System: [What else?]
"He's simply superman." Suzuki Kawa bit his fingertips, put himself in the situation, and took a breath.
The servant was right. Gojo Satoru arrived soon, holding a half-drunk cup of sweet milk tea in his hand. He greeted Suzuki Kawa: "How about one? Would you like a cup?"
"I want matcha flavor!" The boy's eyes lit up. Although Suzuki Kawa had just eaten, he had no resistance to something as hard to refuse as milk tea.
After turning around and instructing the servants, Gojo Satoru returned to the tea room and looked at Suzukigawa: "Okay, do you have any questions, Ogawa?"
Suzuki Kawa immediately pulled out the pattern he had drawn at the Fushiguro house and showed it to Gojo Satoru, then told him what he had seen at the Fushiguro house, including the restraints.
Gojo Satoru stared at the pattern on the phone screen, frowning. After a while, he looked up at Suzuki Kawa and asked, "Did you draw it wrong?"
"How is that possible! I copied every single stroke!"
The teacher's slender fingers magnified a certain spot, and Gojo Satoru showed it to him, saying, "In history, there were indeed methods of recording binding information. For example, using special methods to make the binding form a pattern, and then inferring the information represented by each pattern based on the repeated binding."
"The binding patterns are very precise. The slightest mistake will cause the binding to fail." Gojo Satoru looked at Suzuki Kawa's eyes, as if he was listening to a divine book. His forehead twitched, but he continued, "Your pattern is wrong from beginning to end. It can't be established."
Suzuki Chuan understood the last sentence. He touched the back of his head, took back his phone, looked at it for a long time, then selected "Mirror Reverse" and returned it to Gojo Satoru: "Now."
Gojo Satoru:......
"Although there are still seven or eight mistakes, at least it can be seen that it is a complete bondage." Gojo Satoru sighed, "Ogawa's drawing skills are so good, I wonder if he didn't study hard in kindergarten."
"Teacher Gojo is already questioning whether I've completed my kindergarten curriculum?" Suzuki Kawa's eyes were dim, his tone filled with grief and indignation. "Such prejudices are in people's hearts!"
Gojo Satoru: "Do you believe me when I say there is no such thing?"
Suzuki Kawa: “That’s right!”
Although Suzuki Kawa really didn't study well, he usually liked to go out and pick up his younger brothers to fight in groups. He dyed his hair green on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and purple on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. On Sundays, his sister encouraged him to dye his hair in all seven colors. As a result, when he returned home and met his mother who came to visit, he was beaten up.
But, he is not mentally retarded!!
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and looked at the pattern. It was very easy for him to analyze this pattern with only half the accuracy. He immediately saw some clues - the traces of the operation of this cursed power seemed a little familiar.
Suzuki Kawa next to him was still immersed in his own world. Gojo Satoru was not surprised. It was a good thing that the kid had an extremely rich imagination.
A little blue light appeared at the fingertips and flowed slowly. After completing a closed circle, Gojo Satoru showed an expression of surprise and doubt on his face.
This fluctuation...why does it look a bit like an old friend?
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