Chapter 39: Those Time Wrathful Events We Can’t Return To Apparently…
The vengeful spirit incident obviously did not affect the lives of the high school students. Although Suzuki Kawa lay in the hospital for three days and three nights, the others still had to go on missions.
Suzuki Kawa hadn't had time to tell Fushiguro Megumi about the restraints, so Gojo Satoru told him, and Fushiguro Megumi looked a little depressed.
I received the mission and left early this morning. The location is more than an hour's drive from Tokyo.
The one going with him was Kugisaki Nobara, so it didn't sound like a difficult mission.
On the way back to the technical high school, Suzuki Kawa sent a message to Fushiguro Megumi, who replied quickly, saying that she was still having dinner out.
"Everyone doesn't have any tasks left, so just focus on training. The Kyoto Sister School Exchange Meeting is coming up soon. Oh, and it seems Hisahito's mission has just begun."
Gojo Satoru turned his head and said to Suzuki Kawa in the back seat. Before Suzuki Kawa could say anything, he added, "But, Ogawa, you still have to go on the mission."
"Huh? I don't have to train!" Suzuki Kawa was excited.
"The higher-ups won't let you attend the exchange meeting. It must be the work of those conservatives. Do you know the principal of Kyoto School? He's the leader of the conservatives."
Gojo Satoru didn't intend to explain this in detail, but instead lowered his head to operate his mobile phone, and immediately Suzuki Kawa received a document.
"Well, I'll leave the task of investigating the curse master Nozomi to you. From what I understand, there's also a group of people looking for Xiaochuan, but we're not sure what's going on yet."
When Suzuki Kawa was transferred to the Gojo family's private hospital, the name registered was not his real name. Gojo Satoru kept the news about Suzuki Kawa a secret and did not leak it out at all.
At the same time, he specifically asked people to pay attention to whether anyone was asking about Suzuki Kawa.
Sure enough, a clue was found, but the line was soon cut off. Gojo Satoru turned to investigate the curse master who was wearing Geto Suguru's body. After all, it was a human body, so he would definitely appear in the corner.
The other party was obviously very vigilant. After three days of investigation, they could only find some suspicious blurry figures. Gojo Satoru circled several places with the highest appearance rate and sent them to Suzuki Kawa.
Suzuki Kawa looked at the locations above. The range was Tokyo, including some cities around Tokyo. It could be said that it was a fairly large area. Several locations looked particularly familiar.
"That's right, it's where Sukuna's finger appeared." Gojo Satoru said.
The blond boy stared at the screen. "I think that Yuji swallowing his finger to become Sukuna's vessel was also planned by someone."
"No matter what, Hisahito has already enrolled in the technical high school. Since he is a member of the technical high school, of course he must be protected. Moreover, as a sorcerer, Hisahito is definitely not bad."
The car drove into a secluded road and entered the boundary of the technical high school.
You can also see some cars passing by, which are sorcerers coming to the high school to submit tasks or receive treatment.
As a major center of the sorcery world, Tokyo Jutsu High School actually has many sorcerers coming in and out every day, but the students' activity area and the area where the sorcerers appear are separated.
Suzuki Kawa pondered for a long time, staring at the location above. Something seemed to be about to burst out of his mind. He slapped his forehead, but could not think of anything.
I had no choice but to ask Gojo Satoru: "What mission did Yuji go on?"
"Hmm, it seems like it was in the movie theater. Three strange cursed spirits appeared."
A large truck drove by. Suzuki Chuan immediately looked over and said curiously, "It seems that I rarely see such a large truck."
Gojo Satoru also noticed the large truck and raised an eyebrow. "It looks like it's transporting something. Ye Moth didn't say anything about the high school buying any new facilities."
The two people's doubts were answered when they saw the tired-looking Ieiri Shoko.
The doctor still smelled of blood, and there was no seriously injured sorcerer in the infirmary. Gojo Satoru subconsciously glanced at the closed door of the autopsy room.
The small refrigerator is always stocked with alcohol. Jia Ruxiaozi casually took out a can, opened it, and the drink made a small sound. She tilted her head back and took a sip, then leaned against the desk where she was processing reports, her face looking unhappy.
"During Yuji's and his team's mission, a cursed spirit transformed from a human appeared."
Ieiri Glass tilted her head and looked at Gojo Satoru who had a calm expression. She glanced at Suzuki Kawa who was staring at her with wide eyes and said, "Gojo, you can go in and see what's going on."
"Okay." Gojo Satoru agreed readily and walked straight towards the autopsy room with the closed door.
He didn't go in, but just opened the door and stuck his head in, looked for a while, and then closed the door again.
Suzuki Chuan was a little shocked: "People can be transformed into cursed spirits."
Gojo Satoru came over and shrugged, "It should be a new technique. It looks like it belongs to a cursed spirit."
The system suddenly popped up and reminded Suzuki Kawa: [This is the real person's inaction transformation.]
That special curse spirit!
Gojo Satoru paused and looked at Suzuki Kawa: "By the way, their souls still exist, but it seems that they are beyond saving and their consciousness is not clear."
The existence of souls? Suzuki Kawa hesitated, but still suggested going inside to take a look. Ieiri Naoko had no objection, but only reminded him that it would be better to wear a mask: "The smell in there is not very pleasant."
"It's okay, I'll hold my breath! I'll be right out!"
The young man stood in front of the door of the autopsy room, took a deep breath, suddenly opened the door and rushed in, but was immediately scared out by the bloody scene that came into his sight.
"...I think I need to prepare myself mentally." Meeting the gazes of the teacher and the doctor, Suzuki Kawa smiled awkwardly.
Gojo Satoru sympathetically said, "Don't make it hard on yourself, Ogawa. You just finished dinner not long ago."
Suzuki Kawa, who had just reopened the door and was faced with a powerful scene: ! !
He managed to hold on this time, and walked inside with a green face until he saw the two dissecting tables at the innermost part. His left eye changed color, and his psychic eyes quickly swept over the two dissected cursed spirits, and his face became even more distorted.
Suzuki Kawa ran out, closed the door, and leaned against the cold iron door, breathing heavily.
Ieiri Naoko put down the can and wiped his wet hands with a tissue. Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa next to him and waved at him, "How's it going?"
"Even the soul has turned into a cursed spirit." Suzuki Kawa let out a long sigh and answered the teacher's question.
"So there's no hope." Gojo Satoru leaned back on the sofa and began to think about whether to send more people.
Ieiri Shoko saw what he was thinking. She had no objection. It would be good to reduce casualties, but she was afraid that there was no suitable sorcerer.
She looked at Suzuki Kawa, whose expression still looked a little unnatural.
After adjusting his condition, Suzuki Kawa moved a little further away from the dissection room, muttering that it was indeed an evil dissection room, and it was a good thing that he had not stayed in the infirmary before.
He came over and Gojo Satoru asked him what he thought.
"Thoughts? Ah... probably no different from cursed spirits."
"I guess Hisahito must be very angry and blame himself."
"Probably."
Ieiri Glass: "You guessed right."
Gojo Satoru leaned over and opened the door of the small refrigerator, reached in and took out a can of Coke, and said to Ieiri Naoko, "I didn't expect Naoko to still be drinking Coke."
"I remember some scumbag stuffed it in last time." Ieiri Naoko glanced at him and sat down at the desk to prepare to write the autopsy report. "Also, don't forget the two reports. You'll write them."
"The price of attendance. I went to bed at around four o'clock and you woke me up at around seven o'clock to go to work. Even the reversal spell can't heal myself like this." Ieiri Shoko added.
Gojo Satoru curled his lips and suddenly turned to look at Suzuki Kawa. Suzuki Kawa looked back at him in confusion. Three seconds later, he was kicked out of the infirmary by the class teacher.
The white-haired teacher leaned against the door frame. His naturally good figure made his white hair almost touch the top of his head. He smiled and said, "Xiaochuan, go deal with those three vengeful spirits first. There are some things that have happened recently that need your attention."
He pointed in a direction: "Look over there yourself."
Suzuki Kawa remembered that he had agreed to the request of Terauchi and the others, which was a huge matter for Miss Kyoka, and he had been unconscious for three days and three nights. Thinking of this, he immediately became serious and ran in the direction pointed by Gojo Satoru.
After sending Suzuki Kawa away, Gojo Satoru returned to the infirmary, holding the glass of cold cola in his hand but not drinking it. Ieiri Shoko was writing the autopsy report with a dozen notes stained with unknown blood beside her.
"Jay's body was stolen."
The brush tip stopped moving, and Jialiu Xianzi stared at the line of words he had just written. He was silent for a moment, as if digesting it. After a while, he said, "You didn't cremate him?"
"Let me explain."
"If you had cremated him, this would not have happened." Ieiri Shoko held the pen and wanted to continue writing, but she was not in the mood. She put down the pen and looked at Gojo Satoru who was holding a can of Coke.
The white-haired man was wearing sunglasses. Unlike when he was in college, the square-framed sunglasses were more in line with his temperament. Time seemed to have only caused mysterious changes in his temperament, but the face that even God favored was still outstanding.
To be frank, if you put on a first-grade uniform and go out to pretend to be young, people will believe you.
Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "I didn't know this would happen. That's my family's cemetery."
"That means there's a traitor in your family."
"Glass's words are so harsh. Oh, the working environment is too bad."
The effect of alcohol hit her later. The alcohol content of this bottle of wine was not low. Jialiu Xiaozi's thoughts became a little heavy, and the dark circles under her eyes became more serious.
Gojo Satoru: "That person used Jie's body to do something bad. Let's just assume that the target is me."
Ieiri Naoko looked at him: "Are you so sure?"
"Of course, I'm the strongest!"
There was silence in the room for a moment. Gojo Satoru straightened up and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock.
Before leaving, he casually said, "Why is the clock in the infirmary still the same after all these years?"
Ieiri Shoko ignored him, sat down again and continued writing the autopsy report.
On the way back to the dorm, Gojo Satoru looked at the email that popped up on his phone and muttered to himself, "Hmm, I'm flying to three places tomorrow. What souvenirs should I buy for my trips abroad?"
"Why not just ask everyone when the time comes?"
The Tokyo Jujutsu High School is located in a remote area and is quiet almost all day long, with no sound being heard at night.
The lights in the infirmary stayed on until the early hours of the morning.
After finishing the autopsy report, Ieori Nozomi leaned back in her chair. There were three or four more drink cans in the trash can at her feet. She looked up and saw the clock that had been used for many years hanging on the wall opposite the desk.
She remembered that many years ago, her bastard colleagues complained that the clock in the infirmary was inaccurate and was always half a minute slow. God knew how these two people would pay attention to such a thing.
"Because when we invite Glass to go out and play, Glass is always half a minute late and acts like she is not late!" The boy in sunglasses waved his fist, looking indignant.
"So this is the culprit." The boy with the ball-shaped hair touched his chin thoughtfully.
"You have to go out and buy something today and come back on time." He smiled gently.
Although it could be taken down and recalibrated, the two people insisted on buying a new one. The new clock was hung on the wall of the infirmary, originally facing the desk where Glass studied. Later, the layout changed several times, and Glass became the owner of the infirmary.
No one had ever touched the clock on the wall, and no one had ever noticed that ordinary clock.
Ieiri Nozomi swallowed the last sip of wine, threw the can into the trash can, stood up, packed his things, turned off the lights and left.
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