Chapter 84
Can’t come back? ?
That's nothing, what is Glass talking about?
Gojo Satoru stood behind the gate of the technical high school, listening carefully to the conversation between Ieiri Shoko and Mr. Yaga.
He glanced at Geto Suguru who also frowned, and without hesitation, he called out to the brown-haired girl who had just returned from the headquarters after Teacher Yaga left.
"Hello--"
"Glass, what do you mean you can't come back?"
Ieiri Naoko: “…”
"If you were here, would you please say something?"
"squeak--"
Gojo Satoru made a meaningless sound, walked over and stopped Ieiri Shoko who was trying to slip away.
"Did you run into that guy from Zen Temple at headquarters?"
"Since you've met him, why doesn't he come back with you? What is that guy doing staying at the headquarters?"
…
Ieiri Nishiko just wanted to hold her forehead with her hand.
Things are getting troublesome.
"Glass, what happened to Miru at the headquarters?"
Xia Youjie's gentle voice was obviously much more patient than that of the white-haired guy. He said in a persuasive manner, "He promised us that he would return to the technical high school today."
"Did something happen at headquarters that prevented him from getting away?"
“…”
Ieiri Naoko put away the cigarette in her hand, took out her cell phone from her pocket, and tried to call someone she had just met at noon.
However, no one answered the call.
Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes and watched her movements, raised his eyebrows, and simply stopped dwelling on this topic, and instead asked about something he discovered last night.
"Glass, what happened to your experimental record book?"
"You and Zenin do that kind of thing every night?"
"You're hiding it really well. Why didn't you tell us?"
Geto Summer Oil: “……???”
Wh, what kind of thing?
What kind of thing to do?
"...Don't say it so strangely, Gojo." Ieiri Naoko closed the flip cover of her phone in silence. She raised her eyes and thought for a moment: "Rather than hiding it, it's better to say that I just didn't say it on purpose."
"And that guy asked me to keep it a secret for him."
She remembered that she had put her notebook in the laboratory, but she was so tired that she forgot to put it in the drawer.
Was Gojo Satoru noticed?
It was clearly just an ordinary record book...the first few pages even contained experimental data on mice. It was a miracle that he could turn to the back.
"Since you discovered it yourself, it has nothing to do with me."
"I'll just tell you for now."
The brown-haired girl with dark circles under her eyes put away her phone, her lazy voice became more restrained, and her tone became a little hesitant.
"He doesn't answer his phone..."
"I suspect he was deceived by his superiors."
"Cheated?"
Geto Xiayou always felt that he was the one who knew the least among the three.
It was obvious that he and Shen Du Jianliu were the ones who contacted each other by phone every morning and evening, talked about their ideals, and even went to Panxing Sect together to deal with the leader.
But mysteries continue to emerge.
What is the relationship between Jianliu and the above...
What have you experienced during this period?
The corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth also restrained again.
He touched the frame of his sunglasses on his nose with his rough fingers.
"What does it mean to be cheated?"
“It’s hard to say.”
Ieiri Naoko shrugged her shoulders. "When I went there, he was in a very bad condition. He was bleeding more than before the treatment every night."
"The higher-ups might be using him to conduct bad experiments."
"He seems like a pushover, whether he will refuse is also a question."
Ieiri Shoko did not reveal why Kamado Miru wanted to do the experiment. After all, the other party asked her to do it before leaving.
She just gave some advice to two classmates who were most suitable for going out.
"Do you want to go pick him up?"
The air between the three of them was quiet for a few seconds because of the girl's words.
Amount of bleeding per night.
treat.
Although Glass did not reveal the key information, Geto Suguru's constantly working mind directly guessed the reason.
Kamado Miru did not return to the high school yesterday.
But he was still in school the day before yesterday. He looked in extremely poor health and locked himself in his room.
What did the other party say to you at that time?
[I went to the headquarters to investigate the 0 cursed power theory you mentioned, Jay. 】
[I wanted to tell you as soon as I got the news. 】
“…”
It's self-explanatory what being cheated means.
Xia Youjie took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked through the phone numbers in his contacts, and turned to leave the gate of the technical college.
"Glass, Satoru, I'm going to go out for a while."
"Wait a minute, Jay."
Gojo Satoru raised his slender arm and placed it on his best friend's shoulder. He pulled the corner of his mouth downward and said, "Do you think I don't want to go?"
"Just in time—"
"I have a lot of questions for that guy."
“…”
Ieiri Nozomi didn't chase after him.
She put one hand on her waist, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and waved to the two tall boys who turned and left.
"I will stay in the technical college and won't go anywhere."
"Call me if you need anything."
Although her tone was calm, her voice was filled with a great sense of relief.
As long as we can persuade that guy to come back, it will be fine.
***
Suddenly breaking into the headquarters, the situation inside the building was not as peaceful as Gojo Satoru had imagined.
The staff in the building were running around, and some were rushing up the stairs. The whole hall seemed to be in chaos.
Looking at those guys running around, Gojo Satoru flew forward and grabbed the collar of a man who escaped from above.
"What are you panicking about?"
“Rebellion…! Someone is rebelling!!”
The man who was grabbed was sweating all over and began to struggle in panic: "Quick, call for help!"
"ha?"
"What rebellion? Let me ask you, where is that guy Zenin Jianliu?"
"Yes...! Yes! Zen Temple!"
"Laboratory! Laboratory!"
The man didn’t know if he had witnessed some unspeakable scene, he was so frightened that he was stunned and had no ability to organize any words.
“Tsk.”
Gojo Satoru simply let go of the man's collar and let him fall to the ground with a "thump".
He turned back to look at Geto Suguru, who had put away his phone, which had been used several times but no one answered, and was looking at the sign next to the elevator.
"Laboratory... should refer to the laboratory building marked on this sign."
"It's in the south. Let's go check it out first, Wu."
"Walk."
Gojo Satoru said nothing and flew towards the south at an extremely fast speed.
Xia Youjie followed closely behind, and the two found the so-called experimental building in less than 10 minutes.
This place is also completely different from what I imagined.
The hospital lobby was shrouded in a gloomy and dim silence. The footsteps of the two people echoed in the empty hall, seeming extremely abrupt and deserted.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor were covered with airtight rolling curtains.
It's like...
It's like they want to lock someone up here on purpose.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were silent for a while.
"Go up and take a look."
"Um."
Instead of entering the elevator, they headed for the stairwell next to it.
The higher you go, the deserted the building becomes, and staff members begin to lie on the ground between floors.
They were wearing white coats and appeared to have been hit on the back of the neck. They were all in a coma.
Xia Youjie stretched out his hand to feel their breath, and his slender eyes looked at the injuries of these people with a slightly complicated look.
The marks left by Shen Du Jianliu when he hit ordinary people were exactly the same as the last time he went to Panxing Sect.
"Hey, Jay."
"Let's go to the fifth floor and the top floor first."
Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention to those white coats. He used his six eyes to observe the building. There were remnants of cursed energy on every floor...
Only the fifth floor and the top floor are a little strange.
There is some residual cursed power of Nozomi there.
Naturally, there was nothing on the 5th floor. When Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru arrived at that floor, they only saw a group of staff lying on the ground.
What to do.
When they arrived at the laboratory on the top floor——
Everything was stained red with blood.
There were large patches of blood everywhere, on the white floor tiles, on the metal laboratory table, on the instrument cabinet next to it.
They dried up on the ground, many of them had solidified into blood clots, while some were still fresh liquid. It was obvious that the owner of the blood had spent more than a day here.
The strong smell of blood occupied every molecule in the air.
The laboratory that was supposed to be pure and innocent now looked like a blood-stained hell.
…
There is no cursed energy in that blood.
Gojo Satoru took off the black sunglasses on his nose with an expressionless face.
"Buzz, buzz."
A silver cell phone was lying alone in a pool of blood, vibrating continuously.
Geto Xiayou walked up silently and picked it up.
The phone was about to shut down with 5% battery left, but that didn't stop him from seeing the display in the center of the screen.
6 missed calls and more than 20 unread text messages.
I pressed the keyboard to open the text message, and a dense broadcast of curse spirits immediately popped up -
[09:30:41 Tokyo time, Hakone City, a Level 2 cursed spirit was discovered. ]
[At 10:35:36 Tokyo time, in Tsukuba City, Ibaraki Prefecture, a level 1 cursed spirit was discovered. ]
[Tokyo time 11:17:51, Shinagawa District, two level 2 cursed spirits were found. ]
[Tokyo time 11:39:01, Gunma Prefecture, a special grade cursed spirit appeared and has been dealt with. ]
…
…
What are these?
Xia Youjie stared at the curse spirit information that was still buzzing in his cell phone, and his purple eyes gradually widened a little.
"Jay?"
Gojo Satoru walked over and snatched the silver cell phone that the black-haired boy was holding in his hand.
The phone was covered in red blood and the screen was slightly broken, but the contents inside could still be displayed clearly.
The task instructions were arranged in an orderly manner, so densely packed that it was impossible to read through them, and they almost never stopped.
“…”
At this point, all the puzzles have been solved.
What the hell, the number of cursed spirits has decreased, the number of tasks has decreased, and the days are getting more and more leisurely...
Isn't this all borne by him?
"Someone broke into the headquarters!!"
"Catch them, catch those two--"
"They are all students from a technical college, they are in the same gang!"
Suddenly, an alarm sounded outside the house. The staff member who had fainted showed signs of waking up, and many of the people who were running around in the main building also rushed over here.
"Jay."
Gojo Satoru closed the cell phone and threw it to the black-haired boy who was standing upright.
His tone was unusually calm, with none of his usual playfulness.
"I'm going to go check out the main building. You deal with the minions here first."
Because there had been some speculations long ago, Gojo Satoru recovered faster than Geto Suguru.
With his sapphire eyes open, he left the laboratory without hesitation and returned to the main building of the headquarters at his fastest speed.
As a rare person with six eyes in hundreds of years among the three great families, Gojo Satoru naturally knew the location of the real meeting hall of the top leaders.
He followed the traces of the cursed power of the rotten oranges and ran upwards layer by layer. During this time, many guards and sorcerers tried to stop him from moving forward.
They were all knocked down by Gojo Satoru in a few moves.
From what those people said, it seemed that half of the elders in the high-level meeting hall were killed.
The remaining people had not yet arrived at the conference hall. They were either fleeing or calling for reinforcements.
The whole building was in chaos.
Before Gojo Satoru could have any idea, his 360° all-round eyes suddenly noticed the turn of the stairs in front of him.
“Puff——”
Accompanied by the crisp sound of a skull being crushed, a young man covered in blood appeared from behind the corner.
It is the flow of God’s crossing.
His kimono was soaked with blood, his white hair was soaked, and the skin on the back of his hands was festering, but his hands were tightly grasping the sword stuck in the ground, as if he could stand up straight by doing so.
At first glance, the other person's back looked shaky and miserable.
Her thin and frail body looked like a rag doll.
As if he noticed someone behind him, the expressionless white-haired boy turned his head.
Blood dripped onto his clothes along his silver hair. Blood was even oozing from the corners of the boy's mouth. There was not a single intact spot on his skin.
"Gojo... classmate."
His voice was not as clear as before, it was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
The blood from the head splattered onto the other person's face, overlapping with the blood on Shen Du Jianliu's body, but only added a bit of misery to him.
…
The brain stops functioning because of the visual image in front of it.
It was the first time that Gojo Satoru heard so clearly the sound of the veins bulging on his forehead.
Is it because the other party simply and decisively stepped on the top management's head?
Is it because he dyed the entire corridor red?
no.
Because, Kamado Miru is a good-hearted person who is willing to dirty his high-end handkerchief to wipe the advertisement.
It can make him become like this, and even take the initiative to slaughter those useless rotten oranges...
What kind of inhumane torture did he suffer?
What on earth could have forced such a guy who was regarded as a "good man" by everyone into such a situation...
Even at the end of life, do you want to die together with those rotten oranges?
How much pain did he suffer?
In a trance, the large bloodstains that I saw in the laboratory were still vivid in my mind.
It is self-evident whose body they come from.
Many seconds passed in Gojo Satoru's mind; however, the real time was much shorter.
After Shen Du Jianliu said that name, he couldn't hold on to the Soul-Releasing Sword that was on the ground with his hands.
He fell straight down.
Gojo Satoru stepped forward almost instantly and caught the other person's falling body with force.
Teleport.
He had studied many difficult problems before but had not been able to solve them, but at this moment he mastered them completely and smoothly.
However, Gojo Satoru did not feel any surprise at all.
"Hey, you guy, wake up!"
He picked up Shen Du Jianliu horizontally, instantly used his newly mastered technique, and rushed downstairs without hesitation.
He will take the other party to find Glass now!
"Sorry...cough...cough."
Shen Dujian swallowed the blood in his throat and tried to break free from Gojo Satoru's clutches.
As early as when he arrived at the meeting, he had asked the system to close the live broadcast room.
I can’t spread hope now.
"I'm sorry for letting you see my bad side."
"Is this the time to talk about this!?"
Gojo Satoru no longer wanted to ask anything. His speed had never been faster than it was at this moment.
"Gojo-san...I should protect you."
"Put me down, I'm dirty."
Kamado Kenryu wanted to push Gojo Satoru away. He could sense that there were many people in the building who wanted to attack them.
And his body was covered in blood.
Gojo Satoru seemed to have no bottom line. He didn't want the other party to touch his festering skin and thus have negative emotions.
"You're so noisy, shut up!"
Gojo Satoru couldn't help but feel veins popping out on his forehead again. This time he was really angry. "I'm telling you, I have so many questions for you, but I'm trying my best to hold them back."
"I really don't understand why you always say you want to protect me?"
"You're such an idiot for taking on so many tasks by yourself. Do you think you're a Super Saiyan?"
"Listen carefully, I am the strongest and I don't need anyone's protection!"
"wrong."
Shen Du Jianliu frowned, moved all the muscles in his body, raised his hand, and grabbed the clothes on Gojo Satoru's chest.
"I just think that everything can't be put on you alone."
"Even if he's the strongest...Gojo-san is still human."
“But a lot of people take it for granted and think… you can handle everything.”
"You are my third friend. I can't just leave you alone."
"Since no one is protecting Gojo-san."
"Then... let me protect you."
“…”
silence.
The air suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence.
Gojo Satoru accelerated his pace forward, but subconsciously slowed down a beat.
His chest inexplicably rose and fell violently, and his brain, exhausted from the continuous use of "teleport", fell into a brief blank.
The voice of the young man in his arms continued: "Please tell Jay for me..."
"My blood sample is on the experimental... 4th floor."
“I helped him realize his dream.”
No, I'm totally out of strength.
All the strength I had just accumulated was used to speak.
Kamado Miru could feel that a large amount of blood began to flow out of his throat, eyeballs, nose tip, and ears again. The blood vessels in his body were churning, and every breath was a battle with the god of death.
The body is being swallowed by endless darkness, and every inch of skin feels the chill of death.
This feeling is not good.
Being seen like this by Gojo Satoru was not something Kamado Mikari had planned for.
Fortunately, Geto Suguru helped the other person fulfill his wish.
He had just used words to calm Gojo Satoru's emotions, which also made up for the negative emotions that might be triggered by being seen now.
"I'm sorry, Gojo-san."
"I can obviously do more..."
"So, who asked you to mind your own business!!!"
The tall boy who rushed out frantically raised his voice and loudly interrupted the boy who wanted to continue speaking.
"Is there something wrong with your brain? Jay and I don't need your help at all, are you an idiot? I have never seen someone as speechless as you in my life!"
"Rather than caring about me and Jay, you care about..."
His voice suddenly got stuck in the middle of what he was saying and he couldn't utter a single word.
As if he sensed something, Gojo Satoru lowered his head with a stiff neck, and looked straight at the young man in his arms with trembling pupils.
because--
The young man in his arms had lost his breath as he cried out.
red.
red. red. red. red. red.
All I see is blinding red.
The other person's fair face had long been blurred by blood, and the life force had drained away from his body, like a candle that had been blown out and could never be lit again.
At that moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly lost all ability to organize language.
sorry.
He opened his mouth, but no final sound came out.
Until he came to a complete stop after releasing the spell, Gojo Satoru was still thinking:
What is he doing?
What on earth did he do?
Even before the other person died, he never said a good word to him.
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