Let me see
Feng Hayateru glanced at the list that Gojo Satoru handed over. They had to first go to the home of a junior reserve soldier named... Haibara Yu.
Another person on the list is Nanami Kento, but according to Gojo Satoru, that person doesn't have any big problems.
"Teenagers pursue comics dreams but are blocked by their parents", "The screenwriter suddenly stops writing comics and runs away halfway through"...
After imagining several tragedies in the industry one after another, the topic gradually shifted from related to completely unrelated matters. Feng Zaoche had already used his usual ability to daydream, sitting in the car and looking out the window.
It is definitely not a bad thing for him to be able to get in touch with future generations in advance.
Fuu Hayateru has never deliberately concealed his interactions with Gojo Satoru. They are in the same school, and no matter how much they want to, it is difficult for them to completely avoid each other. It would be bad to try too hard.
People can clearly know what choice they will make. Even the most confused person can have some idea of it, but for other people... Feng Zaoche is reserved.
In a normal middle school, if you have a quarrel with your classmates, you may be isolated. In a technical college, if you have a disagreement with others, you may be stabbed in the back and lose your life.
Let's just say that this is his occupational disease. If the new first-year students in the technical high school are the force he must defeat, leaving the second and third years aside for now, if Feng Zaoche needs to kill off the people in this class and needs a suitable reason to not collapse his combat power...
He will most likely use a traitor as an insider.
Nothing is more useful than eyeliner. Of course, the main reason is that other methods don't work in front of Gojo Satoru. They are not yet at the point where they can reach into the technical high school without reason, and other methods can't get past Gojo Satoru.
This guy is indeed a person who gives the author a lot of headaches.
"Before entering school, people usually tell their family members." Xia Yujie suddenly spoke.
Feng Zaoche looked over and immediately understood something.
If it was another profession, he might really be willing to stand on the child's side and encourage him to pursue his dreams, but as a sorcerer, if he encouraged others to learn sorcery, it could not be simply described as immoral.
Even if it is unintentional, it can be said to be no different from "killing someone".
But from the moment they opened their eyes and could see the cursed spirit, many people had only one fate to choose from - either pick up the sword or choose death.
If you are a parent who truly cares about your child, or if you are smart enough, you still cannot escape the relatively smooth road of going to school.
Feng Zaoche heard the words "do it on behalf of someone" and thought he had misunderstood. This trip had nothing to do with a personal visit. He never expected that when he arrived at the destination, it turned out to be someone else's home.
It is not difficult to see that the family that Haibara Yu came from was not wealthy.
His house was in an ordinary residential area, and compared to the surrounding houses, it even looked a bit shabby.
Even though Feng Zaoche was just dragged here to join the numbers, when they really stood at the door of someone's house, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru took a step back in tacit understanding and even made gestures.
It means, please. Please.
Feng Zaoche: “…”
What else can they do? The arrow has been drawn onto the string and has to be shot. The three high school students are wearing the same school uniform and are blocking the door of someone's house. If they don't go in quickly, people around them might think they are planning to do something bad.
Du, du, du.
The person who opened the door for them was a young man with short black hair, who looked about the same age as them.
If I'm not mistaken, this person should be Haibara Yu.
"It's the seniors who came to visit!" His eyes lit up when he saw the familiar uniforms, and he took a big step back, as if he wanted to make room for them to come in. But maybe he was too excited, or his strength was not balanced enough, and he dragged the door handle backwards and almost shoveled them in the face.
"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Haibara Yu, a first-year student who will be attending Jujutsu High School. Thank you for your guidance!" He hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to the three people.
"Is there anyone else at your house?" Feng Zaoche looked around.
Although the place is narrow, the furniture is arranged in an orderly manner and everything is kept clean. Apart from the time-honored look, there is nothing to complain about and it even exudes a different kind of warmth.
It can be seen that his family must be very warm and harmonious.
Perhaps God is always a little blind when it comes to unleashing his magical talent.
A slight regret flashed across his mind, and Feng Zaoche withdrew his gaze, quietly waiting for the boy's answer.
He shook his head in embarrassment: "My parents are not at home, and my sister has gone to school."
It is understandable that Haibara Yu was reluctant to let his sister join this line of work, so he chose this day to accept their "visit".
As for the gloomy look on his face when he mentioned his parents, Feng had noticed it completely.
They probably had a quarrel, but he still insisted on his own ideas. His parents knew that letting him enter the industry was the better decision at the moment, but they were reluctant to push their son into the fire pit with their own hands, so they couldn't bear to continue watching.
"Hmm?" Feng Hayateru stretched out his palms toward the Soy Sauce duo beside him and pushed them forward.
"What?" Gojo Satoru asked knowingly, his eyes fixed on him, as if forcing him to speak first.
"Give me the mission." Feng Zaoche took the initiative to speak, not wanting to waste any more time with him, in order to avoid being led into another ditch without paying attention.
Gojo Satoru sat aside.
On the side, Huihara Yu's expression still revealed a kind of "newcomer's ignorance". Feng Zaoche looked at these two old-timers who had not changed since they entered school, and even became more aggressive. He couldn't help but retract his outstretched hand.
Immediately, a folder was placed in his hand.
Sorcerers who have been on missions are no strangers to this. This is a report issued by the "Window" regarding the status of the mission. It is usually given to the responsible sorcerer for review before the mission. After the mission, the cleanup personnel will confirm the situation, clean up the scene, and finally seal it in the file.
"You two have a mission to get the report..." Feng Zaoche looked at his smiling eyes and felt as if he had guessed something. He took it and saw that it was true.
The assigned sorcerer written on it was none other than Gojo Satoru, and this time they had to deal with a special-grade cursed spirit that was also born not long ago.
"I am now a second-level sorcerer." Feng Zaoche glanced to the left and then to the right, and couldn't help but emphasize.
"After you are promoted to a first-level sorcerer, you will be paid more. If you complete this task successfully, I will recommend you to become a first-level sorcerer. What do you think?" Gojo Satoru began to seduce him.
This was an offer that Feng Zaoche could not refuse. It was just a recommendation, and there did not necessarily have to be any relationship between the person being recommended and the recommender. It could also be that the teacher, relatives or friends of the person being recommended were related to the recommender, or it could be due to interests.
In short, it would not waste all his previous efforts, and it would also raise his status invisibly.
"Let's give it a try. I've never had the chance to see a special-grade cursed spirit." Feng Zaoche emphasized the premise for himself first.
He has always been a special existence that he himself is not aware of.
When suddenly being sent to deal with a special-grade cursed spirit, there are few people in this profession who would not feel afraid - there are certainly some who are not afraid, but that does not affect the nearly overwhelming proportion.
"Give it a try", "fate"... it's simply unthinkable to use these words on a special-grade cursed spirit.
"In that case, let's go and let Assistant Supervisor Xia Yujie serve you." Xia Yujie said seriously.
The special-class sorcerer, Geto, came to assist and supervise, and another special-class sorcerer, Gojo Satoru, accompanied him, and there was also a junior who would definitely be taken away to watch...
After Huihara Yu stood up and washed the cups with water, the group of four went out. Feng Zaoche then discovered that not having any auxiliary supervision did have its advantages. For example, although they had no car along the way, they could still take a detour and go to a famous dessert shop nearby, where each of them carried a box of donuts.
There is no need to queue at all. All you need is a very simple item - Gojo Satoru. Just bring it in and scan his face.
"Too arrogant, too extravagant..." Feng Zaoche judged, with half a donut in his mouth.
It seemed that it had become a tacit understanding between him and the first-year students to seize every opportunity to talk back to each other. Even Ieichiro Nozomi seemed to have picked up this habit, but her personality was much gentler and more cheerful than those of her two classmates.
If I have to say it, it is a breath of fresh air.
Gojo Satoru, who was walking beside him, tried to rush over and snatch the bag he was holding, but he nimbly dodged to the side. Haibara Yuu was shouting at the side, "Seniors, please don't fight in the street," and tried to rush in to stop the fight, but was stopped by Geto Suguru.
"If you don't let them fight, they won't feel good about it, so they will continue to fight later, or even fight more fiercely. It's better to let them fight to their heart's content first, and then they will naturally stop fighting when they get bored and tired." Xia Yujie commented expressionlessly.
Haibara Yu showed an expression of enlightenment, and before Geto Suguru could figure out where the subtle feeling of misleading him came from, he had already stepped aside and excitedly explained the battle for the donuts.
"Gojo-senpai, go to the right... What? That was a fake move. Kazehaya-senpai, get out of the way quickly, or you'll be ambushed! Okay, the next move was a back-hook after a head-on impact. Kazehaya-senpai chose to let go and picked up the bag that was about to fall to the ground before Gojo-senpai could grab it!"
“二位前輩的體術好厲害！”灰原雄大聲誇贊道，毫不吝惜。
“悟肯定是放了水的，等等要幹活的是風早，要是給人打得起不來的話，到頭來今天就是白忙活不說，任務那邊還得他親自跑一趟收尾。”夏油傑在一旁悠哉點評。
“至于，風早……确實還是要再多練練。”他委婉道。
“前輩的體術和另外兩位前輩比起來……？”灰原雄不由好奇問道。
一般來說出于謹慎，後輩是要少拿這種話題作為開頭的，只是這一路的經歷雖耗時不長，卻也令灰原雄深深感受到了三位的“放蕩不羁”。
他們全是內心對自己的定位十分明确的人，所以旁人多說什麽少說什麽，大多數時候礙不着他們，自然也就沒有必要去在意。
灰原雄憧憬成為這樣的人，親眼得見面前有這麽多可供學習的目标，自然是喜上眉梢。
“體術？悟和風早全部不如我。”夏油傑說。
他這話倒是沒有半分虛言，只是五條悟和他可能是99分和100分的差距，風早和他就得是60分和100分的差距了。
現狀如此，不過他們還都年輕，未來的事究竟會怎麽樣，誰也不好說。
提前惡補過不少知識，因而知道咒術師多多少少要修點體術的灰原雄望着夏油傑篤定的模樣，忽地從心底生出一股強烈的沖勁。
決定了，他要拿夏油前輩當作學習的目标！
從今天開始，他最崇拜的人就是夏油前輩了！
——絲毫沒有意識到夏油傑最開始評價二人打架的話也有代指自己意思的灰原雄。
“喂，傑，我可是聽到了，你說你的體術才是最強的對吧。”五條悟倏地住了手，朝着他倆這邊不滿嚷嚷起來，看起來尤為不服。
“那你也要來打一架嗎？”夏油傑反問。
“也不是不行，風早，先停戰怎麽樣，你也算是半個‘受害者’，我們一起把他打一頓，然後搶走他的甜甜圈。”五條悟擡起一只手擋在唇邊，上身往風早徹的方向傾斜，興致勃勃地提議道。
“求之不得。”風早徹往裏又紮了紮袖子。
三人毫無自覺地戰成一團，初出茅廬的灰原雄終于按捺不住要去拉架，結果也被波及了進去。
好在路人也不奇怪，中學時期的男生湊在一起打打鬧鬧搶東西在他們看來實屬稀疏平常，不值一提。
……
“怎麽又是別墅，事故高發區？”風早徹這幾個月接了好幾回任務，全是無一例外地要往類似的地方走。
“按照‘窗’給的說法，裏面應該有這只咒靈的領域。”夏油傑還在履行着自己‘輔助監督’的職責，緩緩念道，“這裏原先經歷過一場大火，但主人們出國的出國、旅游的旅游、上學的上學，非常幸運，沒有一個人喪生。”
“難道這棟房子是祖宅？這樣舍不得老房子從而生出負面情緒也不是什麽不可以理解的事，能住得起這裏的人，一般不會缺房子住的。”風早徹望着面前漆黑破舊的建築物，從它還沒有被塵埃灰粉污染的數處角落中，可以分辨出它原先的樣子。
那定然也是金碧輝煌，嶄新如初的。
“倒也不是，按照這上邊的記錄，當時的那場大火，這棟別墅裏的所有雇傭來的員工，無一例外地全部燒死在了裏頭，連掙紮的痕跡也不見。”夏油傑解釋道。
這故事可就朝着恐怖的方向發展了。
風早徹側過身：“既然是能被寫到紙面上的疑點，那後來查出來的真相是什麽樣？”
“家中有人起意偷盜財物，特意找了主人全部不在的一天，下藥試圖将其他人藥倒，出逃時又和折返回來的司機搏鬥，雙方前後昏厥，火源應該是無意導致的，可能是他們兩個争鬥中無意間踢到、碰到了哪兒，無法對比。”夏油傑念道，“總之，燒也是從他們兩個開始的，調查确定的起點也是在他們附近。”
知道來龍去脈後，風早徹心中有了數，他不再猶豫，打頭陣推門進入。
裏邊果然是一片別樣的空間，稱不上漆黑一片，無法看見光源究竟在哪兒，但景象清晰可視，五感也一派正常，沒有任何異樣。
他似乎是在這家的主卧。
風早徹掀開不知何時蓋在身上的被子，剛想起身，下床穿上拖鞋，還沒來得及思考下一步究竟要如何做時，一縷輕到足以令任何人無視的風自面上劃過，卻帶來猶如鋼刀刮骨一般的疼痛。
身側厚重、本不适合拿來當作絨布的窗簾忽地往邊上謙讓地挪了挪，空出道縫隙來，陽光争先恐後地湧入，他眼角餘光不過是輕輕與之相觸，便覺一陣刺痛。
人不可直視太陽，這是任何人都會在進行相應嘗試後記住的教訓之一，但總會有不經意間瞥到的時候，他可沒有印象，有哪一句話曾經說過，直視太陽會弄瞎人的眼睛。
風早徹捂住左眼，一行血跡自他掌心淌下，有如淚痕。
意識到這樣的舉動無效時，他松開手，确定自己的左眼已經被“開門殺”，徹底看不見了以後，風早徹把窗簾重新拉好，路過主卧自帶的衛生間時，他猶豫片刻，還是選擇進去，藉由鏡子瞧一瞧他現在的狀況。
原身是黑發黑眸，但眼下左眼居然變成了綠色，除卻血跡有些“搶鏡”外再無其他，這時候要是上大街找個路人，恐怕也不會以為他是瞎了一只眼，只會當他是帶了綠色的美瞳，還只帶了一只。
外邊的走廊……風早徹反應過來，這裏應當是複原了這棟別墅還未曾被大火燒過的景象。
好安靜，沒有任何動靜。
其他人應該也一起進來了才對。
他挨個挨個把門敲過去，不得不承認現下只有他一人在的事實。
只他一人倒也還好，但一年級的二位恐怕就要苦惱于自己打的算盤徹底落空了，還得再搭進去五條悟一個舉薦他為一級咒術師的承諾。
風早徹愉快地翹起唇角，但那點笑意畢竟十分不合時宜，因而很快收斂起來。
人沒了還好，但，咒靈呢？
他下樓，确定天臺門和正門全部擰不開，窗戶也是透明的但卻打不開，外邊的景象一覽無遺，卻也不是靜止的，而是保持着正常的流動，無論是招牌還是過往行人的衣着打扮，俱是風早徹熟悉的模樣。
就好像是，要将他困在這裏一般。
想到這一點的同時，又有一縷風吹過，風早徹這次學聰明了，不打算直接束手待斃，在光對準方向照過來的時候，他就地一蹲，躍至窗戶框下，成功擺脫了這一次的“鎖眼攻擊”。
但一直這樣躲下去也不是個辦法，由于不是正統咒術師，他和其他咒術師比起來，感知向來不靠對咒力的感應，而是依靠人類那一丁點若有似無的直覺。
這是他的劣勢。
目前為止，他從頭到尾見過的、唯一對他具有敵意的、看起來極其有威脅的敵人……
風早徹的目光随着陽光在地面上的投射而四下逡巡，難道說，他這次也要當一回“後羿”的角色嗎？
風早徹瞄準時機，趁着那束光源的離去，試圖用随手帶進來的匕首将玻璃給徹底紮個粉碎。
感謝偉大的玄幻背景世界，只要有力量附着于他手，這些原本換十個他上也無法做到的事，終于能夠由一個他做到了。
失敗了……
不僅如此，他還連一絲一毫的痕跡也未曾在其上留下。
風早徹悻悻地抽手，将匕首收好，最終像是下定了決心般，他緩緩擡頭，直視面前的這輪太陽。
既然這只咒靈把人帶到孤立的環境，又在開頭以陽光刺目逼人、意圖尋找突破口的咒術師們發現這裏其實空無一人。
失望之下，他們必定回轉這裏，而在這之後又有什麽解釋……
除非是他的同學們有現身的人來了，不然風早徹沒有再回去地毯式搜索一遍的打算。
“你要人的注視，我便注視着你，所以快現身吧，不要再玩那些小把戲罷了。”風早徹逼迫自己同本能閃避的視線對抗，右眼也淌下一行血痕。
他已經看不見了。
這是唯一的突破口，失去雙眼、五感之一消失的後果和很多輕小說、漫畫中提到的不一樣，風早徹沒覺得自己其他部分的五感有所提升，但更為敏感了倒是真的。
他擡手，沿着牆面往邊上慢慢摸索。
牆面、牆面……還是牆面，這裏的好像是木頭，是窗沿吧？
風早徹往裏探了探，手指倏而一頓。
空的。
空出來的部分越來越大，終于大到難以忽略的程度，風早徹确信，這即使塞下一個成年男性也不是問題。
他摸索着爬了上去，雙腳踩在窗沿上，頓住一兩秒，随即毅然松手，整個人重重往下跌落！
Although there was pain, it was not as severe as he had expected. When Feng Zaoche turned over and sat up, holding his shoulder, he found that he was finally no longer in the villa.
And he could see again.
"You know what I want, so I let you in to see it." The special cursed spirit stood at the other end of the road, his back to Feng Zaoche, with long, knee-length fiery red hair. When he slowly turned around, Feng Zaoche discovered that his eyes were also the same fiery red.
flame……
After hearing the whole story of the accident, it is not difficult to have such an association.
The sun and fire are naturally not completely unrelated, and the two are actually quite closely related.
"From last year to this year, after the fire, there are a total of 23 people who have disappeared from the villa where you live." Feng Hayate used this statistic in the record as an opening remark, "Did you do it?"
"They want to visit the so-called 'haunted house', but they are unwilling to pay a reward to a master like me. How can they do this?" The special cursed spirit asked back, but his tone was extremely flat, and it was obvious that he did not need Feng Zaoche's answer.
"None of those twenty-three people walked out of my house; and you handed over your eyes to me, so you walked out." The special curse spirit waved his hand, and a mirror fell into Feng Zaoche's hands.
His eyes had turned completely green... they looked exactly like his previous life.
As a cartoonist, he is very sensitive to the difference between colors. For example, he himself emphasized that the blue of the little white-haired boy's eyes must be different from the cyan of Gojo Satoru's eyes!
"Thank you for letting me out. It's time for me to collect my appearance fee." Feng Zaoche said politely.
The pain in his eyes is still fresh in his memory. He has always overused his eyes. When he worked intensively in the past, he always had to buy a bottle of eye drops and store them in the studio.
He was suddenly hit with a warning that made matters worse, which really made him feel worried.
If 920 hadn't stood by him and promised him that she would definitely restore his sight even if he became blind, Feng Zaoche would never have dared to take such a gamble.
If you lose your hands, you can still practice with your feet. Although you can continue to draw if you lose your eyes, it is almost impossible to be a cartoonist again, to serialize your works normally, and to have people love your works.
Suddenly, this hot and bright red space was broken out of thin air. Gojo Satoru jumped down carrying Haibara Yu and landed on the side. Geto Suguru followed closely behind. The three of them stood far away on the side.
"You guys keep going, keep going. I'm not important, don't worry about me." Gojo Satoru emphasized again and again.
"...You're ruining the atmosphere." Feng Zaoche said with disgust.