Sato Nauka's death caught everyone off guard.

"Yesterday, on the way to pick up the kids from school, he gave me a red bean bun... This was the first time he gave me a gift, and I..."

Yamazaki Tai, who witnessed the death of Sato Nauka, was a little overwhelmed. He narrated incoherently:

"After get off work, I wanted to go see him. I saw him crossing the road and a truck rushed over..."

He seemed reluctant to recall that scene, and his voice choked with pain.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything."

Yamazaki Tai once again felt the pain of his mediocrity.

In that situation, if it was any other sorcerer from Bankei Palace, they would definitely be able to save Sato Nauka, but he couldn't. Even if he ran over as fast as he could, he could only watch the man being crushed.

How could... How could this be...

How could he be so useless? Why did he, the most useless person, appear there?

Yamazaki Tai covered his face and finally couldn't hold back his tears. Xia Yujie silently patted his shoulder and whispered, "This is not your fault, Yamaguchi-kun."

Yamazaki Tai choked and said, "It's Yamazaki Tai... In this situation, at least you should call me by my name, boss."

"Sorry, Yamamoto-kun."

Yamazaki sobbed even more sadly.

Al silently handed him a handkerchief with a Q version of Illya printed on it. It was given to him by the seller when he was collecting second-hand peripherals. The seller said it was to thank Lengmen Mami for collecting the item and gave the handkerchief he made to Al as a gift.

Well, although it wasn't Illya's recommendation, he still has a good impression of the Berserker Masters, including Matō Kariya.

"My condolences, Yamazaki-kun."

Taking the handkerchief, Yamazaki Tai burst into tears with emotion.

Don't - don't suddenly call out his name when he is so vulnerable!

Xia Yujie said helplessly: "Al, it's already this time, you should call me by my name and don't tease me, Yamamoto will be disappointed."

Al said seriously, "I think the most disappointing person right now is you, Jerry."

"……Um?"

With a click, Gojo Satoru finally pushed the door open, accompanied by a police officer. After coming out, Gojo Satoru nodded.

"It's Sato Nauka."

The headless corpse inside does belong to Sato Nauka, and Rokugan can testify to that.

The physical data is the same.

Yamazaki retreated completely and broke through his defense, saying, "Mr. Sato! Wuaaaaah, Mr. Sato! Wuuuuuuuu, ahhhhhhh!"

The diligent office worker burst into tears, feeling even more uncomfortable than when he was sent to Bankei Palace as an undercover agent. Al and Geto Suguru raised their hands at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, and patted Yamazaki Tai's shoulders sympathetically.

Xia Yujie said: "Cry, you will feel better after crying."

Al nodded. "First love always ends in failure. Accept it."

Yamazaki Taiyi cried and complained fiercely: "This is no longer a death without any illness. This is directly turning into a headless corpse. Ah! Ahhhhhhh——!"

Gojo Satoru scratched his ears and asked in confusion, "Why is he crying?"

Al sighed: "I'm crying about how hard and difficult his life is, and how there is not a single bit of happiness in it."

Yamazaki choked and said, "Don't make things a matter of concern to other people's lives, wuwuwuwuwuwu!"

After leaving the follow-up here to Manami Suda to deal with, they took the heartbroken Yamazaki Tai and rode the Devil Fish Curse Spirit back to Bankei Palace. As soon as they returned, Nagisa Komaeda, Mikan Shinoki and others who were waiting for news surrounded them.

Although Nauka Sato was later sent to Tokyo to run a cake shop and had no chance to develop relationships with most of the people in Bankei Palace, they still had the friendship of having interviewed together.

Even though it was already three o'clock in the morning, everyone still gathered in the hall waiting for news.

As others looked on nervously, Al told them: "My condolences."

“…”

Nagito Komaeda showed a sad expression, and he murmured to himself: "A useless person like me is still struggling to survive, but the talented Sato-kun has passed away first. This is... How hopeless..."

Zuiki Mikan also said: "How could it be...how could it be so sudden?"

Yeah, why is it so sudden?

Xia Yujie was silent in deep thought.

Yesterday afternoon, there was indeed one less person cursed by Shirai, but that was in the afternoon, before the children went home, and Sato Nauka's death happened at ten o'clock in the evening, and the number of curses... did not decrease.

It doesn't make sense that when someone dies, the number of curses doesn't decrease.

Unless that person is not actually dead, combined with Sato Nauka's suspected identity as an undercover agent of the Jujutsu Master Association, Xia Yujie naturally tends to believe that Sato Nauka is not dead.

But Gojo Satoru has confirmed the body and is sure that it is Sato Nauka herself... So what is going on?

Should he follow the curse and take a look?

but……

Subtly, Xia Yujie realized that he might have accidentally discovered some serious conspiracy, and it seemed inappropriate to act rashly.

"Jay."

Xia Yujie turned around and saw Gojo Satoru standing behind him and looking at him. Although there was nothing special on his expression, he still sensed concern from him.

He came back to his senses and said, "Wu, I'm sorry, I'm fine. Let's talk about this later."

Instead of an evasive "No problem", Gojo Satoru nodded slightly, saying "Let's talk later".

In the depressed atmosphere, Al announced with a sad face:

"So, we decided to give Sato-kun a grand funeral to thank him for his hard work over the past four months."

…

A day later, "Enoshima Junko", who was supposed to be dead, returned to her apartment as if nothing had happened.

She wore exaggerated sunglasses and a beret, which had just become popular recently. Amid the sound of paparazzi secretly pressing their shutters, Junko Enoshima calmly walked into the elevator in her 16-centimeter high heels.

"Hey, Shield, good morning."

When Junko Enoshima looked up, she saw the super popular idol Teramon Dori. Her memory told her that this girl named Teramon Dori was her neighbor.

She imitated the original body's tone of voice and said, "Good morning, A-Tong-Jiang~"

Teramonto chuckled.

"By the way, Dunzi, what do you think of the proposal I made three days ago?"

The proposal from the day before yesterday?

Unfortunately, this body has erased all memories of the past week, and the current Enoshima Junko has no idea what the conversation was three days ago.

She stretched out her slender index finger, tapped her lips, and said deliberately: "It happened three days ago. It was too long ago. I don't remember it at all!"

Teramon Michi was hooked. She held onto Enoshima Junko's arm and said coquettishly, "Really? Junko is bullying me again. I was talking about the relay dance."

She thought that Junko Enoshima wanted to hear her act cute, so she started to flirt with her, "Even though Junko is a print model, she's a great dancer. Come on, come on, join the dance relay for my new song!"

Dance relay...

Ah, it's the one that's very popular among young people recently.

Enoshima Junko still smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I promise you."

"yeah!"

Temple Gate said he was very happy.

"Because I'm going for the sweet girl route, if there's a hot girl shield to help me, my fans will definitely be very surprised and love it!"

With a ding-dong, the elevator reached the sixteenth floor. They walked down together, said goodbye to each other cheerfully, and entered their respective home passwords.

Junko Enoshima took out her cell phone and searched for "Teramon-dori new song".

The first search result is the latest single "Your Sister-in-law Goes to the Internet Cafe Late at Night to Play Real-Person CS" released by Simentong half a month ago.

Enoshima Junko: "..."

So, why go to Internet cafes to play real-person CS?

Clicking on the comments section, the first hot comment is——

"I am the most beautiful girl": What the hell is this? Hahahaha, are you going to the Internet cafe to play real-life CS with your brother? Is your brother cheating with someone? Is your brother cheating with the computer?

But the reason why this hot comment became a hot comment is obviously not because of the comment itself, but because of the reply from a netizen with the ID "Lancelot" in the same post.

"Lancelot": Be brave. My brother is having an affair with the network administrator, so my sister-in-law has to fight against two scumbags in the middle gate.

"The Strongest Rolling Ball Monster on Earth": Be a little bolder, what if the network administrator and the computer are having an affair?

"Who will create a world without monkeys for me": What's the point of my sister-in-law coming to the Internet cafe to fight? My brother is the network administrator?

Oh.

Listen, these are all cold jokes left over from the last century.

Should I say that I am indeed a fan of Teramon Tsuji? After all, how can anyone who likes to listen to Teramon Tsuji's songs be considered normal?

For example, Al, the strange and unknown origin of Panxing Cult, plays the song "Your mother's AK14 is hanging on the head of your bed" on repeat every day. It goes without saying that he is a die-hard fan of Simendō. It is impossible not to sigh that birds of a feather flock together.

Enoshima Junko... No, Jinsuo sneered and hung up the phone.

This Teramon-dori is obviously a radio idol, right? Who gave her the confidence to call herself a sweet girl? If even she is considered a sweet girl, then there will be no radio idols in Japan.

Ding Dong.

She received a text message.

"Master Shield~"

It's Sinki Mikan.

Enoshima Junko dialed the number, and soon after, Shinoki Mikan answered the phone and said in surprise: "Master Junko! You finally let me contact you!"

Enoshima Junko pretended to say, "I'm sorry, Mikan-chan, I've been very busy lately. Did I neglect you?"

"No, no!" Mikan Zui didn't notice anything unusual and quickly denied it, "I've been listening to you and observing Kamiro-kun carefully. He is indeed very powerful, but he doesn't seem to know how to cast spells, nor does he show any talent as a psychic. Everything is normal."

"Is that so~ Mmm, thank you for your hard work, Mikan-chan."

"Yes, yes, yesterday, someone from the Panxing sect died in a car accident."

The smile on Enoshima Junko's face deepened.

"Is that so? Mikan-chan must be very sad, right?"

"Ah, ah, no, I... I only have Master Shield in my heart. I will only feel sad for you!"

Haha, isn't it a coincidence? After all, the one who actually died was Enoshima Junko. You should feel sad for her.

Even if the woman had erased her memories of the past seven days before she died, the fact that she was dead was beyond dispute.

A woman who is willing to sacrifice her life just to experience a moment of extreme despair...

Crazy enough, he loves it.

"So, Lord Al said they were going to give the deceased gentleman a great funeral."

Enoshima Junko: "..."

Zui Mu Mikan said, "Lord Al asked us to invite more friends, saying that he wanted to make the funeral more grand and collect more money, so... um... are you coming? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Enoshima Junko: "..."

Membership money?

"I'll think about it."

"Really?!"

After confirming the good news again and again, Mikan Shiki hung up the phone in ecstasy.

Junko Enoshima put away her cell phone, took off her high heels, took off her sunglasses and beret, and took a deep breath.

Sixteen centimeters high heels.

The last time she used a woman's shell was to give birth to a son. She was pregnant at the time and had never worn such high heels. Although she hadn't been a woman for a few years, she thought she would adapt quickly. Unexpectedly, she encountered some minor troubles with the high heels.

A long seam line appeared on Junko Enoshima's forehead.

Al, transformed into a spirit, silently walked out of her balcony and flew towards the manta ray curse spirit high in the sky.

The ones on the Devil Fish Curse Spirit were none other than Gojo Satoru and Summer Oil Geto.

The source of Al's power is magic, so neither sorcerers nor psychics can detect his existence, so he is the perfect person to get the news.

Al and Gojo Satoru had no doubts at all about Geto Suguru's statement that "Sato Nauka is not dead". After he made his judgment, they decided that Al would come and find out the situation.

Sure enough, they did find some clues.

"This Enoshima Junko has a circle of stitches on his forehead. The wound is very new, much newer than when Nauhana-chan came for the interview."

This is really...so suspicious!!!

Gojo Satoru and Geto Summer Oil were rubbing their hands in excitement and getting ready to fight.

Al said seriously, "I also heard her talking on the phone with someone, calling her 'Mikan-chan'."

"!!!"

Oh my goodness, there is actually something wrong with Mikan Sinki!

Did the Jujutsu Masters Association plant two undercover agents at once? Did they let Sato Nauka escape from his shell and change his shell because Sato Nauka was suspected of being exposed? Did they hide behind the scenes to support Shinoki Mikan?

Kagome pondered, "A technique that replaces the body by replacing the brain... Satoru, have you heard of this technique before?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head: “No.”

Even the most knowledgeable Gojo Satoru said that he didn't have it, so he must be a powerful character who is hiding something very deeply. However, this kind of technique... is really disgusting.

"She said she might come to attend Sato Nauka's funeral. Anyway, let's prepare for the funeral first, right? I will come here to monitor her whenever I have time. After all, the current situation is that she is in the open and we are in the dark."

"good."

"Can."

The manta ray curse spirit circled in the sky and flew towards the direction of Panxing Palace.

Since the death of Sato Nauka, Yamazaki Tai has been in a state of depression.

When Al and the other two came back, Yamazaki Tai was playing the random mode of "Owee2" alone in the entertainment room. After Al went in, he saw Yamazaki Tai in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau in the random mode of "Owee2".

Al: “…”

Mr. Shan Gui, even though your online love... no, online marriage partner is dead, you can't be so sentimental!

He followed anxiously.

Yamazaki Tai stood alone in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau for a long time, and took out their marriage certificate from his backpack, as well as the avatar in his friend list... that never lights up.

He sighed, walked alone to the university campus they had visited before, walked the way to the rooftop, and then fell from the rooftop alone, exploding all over the floor.

Al rushed forward and frantically picked up the equipment that had exploded on the ground.

Yamazaki retreated: "..."

Yamazaki Tai: "What are you doing! That's my equipment! I worked so hard to fight the dragon to get the diamond-encrusted great sword!!!"

Al said confidently, "Don't you want to die? I'm poor, so why don't you give me your assets?"

"What's wrong with you? You 'heartless capitalist'!"

"Capitalists can never earn enough money in their lifetime."

Yamazaki lay on the ground and howled, "Are you making money? You are clearly robbing people!"

Al kissed the ruby ​​on the sword, which looked extremely valuable. "Haha, how can you rob a dead person's money? This is called picking it up."

"Do you believe me? I will revive you right here and show you!?"

"Oh, then you are resurrected."

Yamazaki retreated back to his birthplace. By the time he took a taxi back to the university campus, all his equipment had been picked up. Al sat on a bench on the university campus and played a Canon for him on the violin.

Yamazaki retreated: "..."

He sighed and sat down next to Al silently.

Al put away his violin and whispered, "Look, Mr. Mountain Ghost, you were only married for a few hours? Aren't you getting a little too into the role?"

"…It's not your turn to say that, you devils who play with innocent singles."

Al smiled.

"Then don't take it seriously. You are the only one who is really involved in this matter. You know that clearly, right?"

"...Of course I know." Yamazaki said sadly: "In Mr. Sato's eyes, I am just an ordinary colleague. Even so, when he gave me red bean bread, I was still very happy."

"Even though you don't really like red bean bread?"

"Hmm... Hmm?" Yamazaki said in surprise, "How did you know?"

Al said, "When people eat food they like, their expressions are completely different. You obviously don't like red bean bread, just like Go-chan doesn't really like sweets that much."

Yamazaki felt guilty for a moment, but quickly changed the subject and asked, "Does Lord Gojo not like sweets?"

Al shrugged. "That's it. He can eat anything delicious, but he doesn't really have a preference. Go-chan, on the other hand, is a super-rational pragmatist and a cold science student."

"...Really? I'm a liberal arts student." Yamazaki said in a low voice, "I think Mr. Sato is probably a science student, too."

"Well, probably. Anyway...it's better for you to forget about him as soon as possible."

He was a super spy who could change his shell. If Jake's "Shirai" hadn't successfully cursed the opponent, they would have been fooled this time.

They originally wanted to keep Sato Nauka and deliberately created some false news to mislead Rotten Orange. However, they didn't expect that Sato Nauka, who had been making cakes honestly for four months, suddenly died, and her death was so clean and quick.

He is indeed a tough guy!

In short, simple office workers like Sato Nauka and Yamazaki Tai are people from two completely different worlds.

He patted Yamazaki Tai's shoulder and said, "His funeral will be soon. Have a good cry at the funeral and forget about it afterwards."

Yamazaki retreated and said sadly: "...Okay, thank you, Lord Al."

Al said: "You're welcome. I'm the head of the Human Resources Department."

"Hahahaha, I just think... well, you're surprisingly good at taking care of people."

"Can you take care of others?" Al curled his lips: "I used to be the type who never took the initiative to take care of others. After all, my heart was empty and I didn't have the energy to care about others. Now... well, I have grown up, and I am so relieved to have become a handsome and mature Berserker."

Yamazaki Tai tried to hold back, but couldn't help but let his instinct as a sarcasm come into play, and said, "... Sir Al, please don't brag about yourself."

Al said confidently, "Berserkers don't need to be humble."

"I don't understand at all... Aren't you a "ruthless capitalist"? How did you become a Berserker again!?"

Al smiled but said nothing.

…

At Sato Nauka's funeral.

The guests bowed quietly to one another, and because everyone was dressed in black, the whole place looked gloomy at first glance.

Sato Nauka's body lay quietly in the coffin.

Dressed in a black suit, Geto Suguru went out to answer a phone call. When he saw Al, he said, "Mother Otsutsukoshi has arrived at the Pansei Palace. She will take good care of the children. We are here..."

Aldo, who was also wearing a black suit, said: "Everything is ready."

Xia Yujie looked around and asked, "Didn't you invite a master to chant the sutras?"

Al was stunned, "Huh?"

Xia Yujie was stunned, "Huh?"

Al pointed at Xia Youjie and said, "Aren't you a monk? You come and recite."

Xia Yujie: “…”

Xia Yujie: “!!!”

He was shocked.

"No, wait, Al, I'm a fake monk!"

He excitedly pulled up his hair that was draped over his shoulders and said, "Have you ever seen a monk with such long hair? No, although there are monks who practice with long hair, but this one is obviously not a serious monk, right?!"

Al said with emotion: "Jack, it's good that you have this self-awareness."

"Hey! No showing off at funerals!"

Gojo Satoru walked over with his long legs.

He was also wearing the same suit and sunglasses, looking much more serious than usual.

"What are you arguing about?"

Xia Yujie said quickly: "Spirit! Al didn't even invite a master of chanting sutras here, he wanted me to chant sutras!"

Gojo Satoru said, "Then read it."

Xia Yujie: “…”

After realizing that this guy was not his teammate at all, he was about to speak out to refute, but Al interrupted him and said, "It's too late to invite a new master now. Jake, go change into five cassocks. The funeral will start soon and the guests are waiting."

Gojo Wudao: "Well, yes, Jay, go change your clothes, I'll find you a scripture, you can just recite it when the time comes."

"Is it really possible?!"

"Yes, but remember to be confident and don't show any guilt. As long as you are confident enough, no one will dare to say anything even if you pronounce it wrong."

After saying that, Al and Gojo Satoru turned around and left quickly. Xia Yujie held his breath and stood there for a few seconds. He could only go to an empty cubicle to change into his five-strip cassock.

Junko Enoshima came quietly.

As a junior of Mikan Zuiki.

She entered the room for farewell to the deceased on time and sat in the last row in a low-key manner.

Very good, Rokuyan, who was sitting in the front row, didn’t look at her, and Devil Al didn’t look at her either.

Five minutes later, Xia Yujie, wearing a five-stripe cassock, walked in with his back straight and his eyes straight ahead, and knelt calmly on the cushion reserved for the master.

The guests immediately sat up straight and their expressions became more serious and solemn - this was the effect of the master's presence.

Enoshima Junko noticed that when Geto Suguru passed by, Gojo Satoru slipped a note to Al, and Al quickly stuffed the paper into Geto Suguru's hand.

——What is that?

Xia Youjie sat on a cushion, his expression as calm and holy as a Buddha.

The Buddha shook out the paper from his sleeve and said in a deep voice:

"*Great God of Light, the coming of hope and dawn has given me strength. Angel of Light, please show up! Give me the power of light, use your most primitive healing light, bring the purest light in the world, and save the life in front of me!*"

Guests: “…”

Enoshima Junko: "..."

Help!!!

This monk chanted the resurrection spell at someone else's funeral with a clear conscience!!!

What do you want to do!!!