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!"
"You two seniors are so good at physical training!" Haibara Yu praised loudly without reservation.
"Wu must have let him down. It's Fuhaya who will be doing the work later. If he is beaten up and can't get up, not only will his work today be in vain, but he will have to go to the mission himself to finish it." Xia Yujie commented leisurely from the side.
"As for Fenghaya...you really still need to practice more." He said tactfully.
"How does your taijutsu compare to the other two seniors..." Haibara Yu asked curiously.
Generally speaking, out of caution, the younger generation would refrain from bringing up such topics as the start of a conversation. However, although this experience did not take long, it made Huihara Yu deeply feel the "unruly" nature of the three.
They are all people who have a very clear understanding of their own position in their hearts, so most of the time, no matter what others say more or less, it does not bother them, so naturally there is no need to care.
Huihara Yu dreams of becoming such a person, and he is naturally delighted to see with his own eyes that there are so many goals for him to learn.
"Taijutsu? Wu and Fuzao are both inferior to me." said Xia Yujie.
There was no falsehood in what he said, except that the difference between him and Gojo Satoru might be 99 points and 100 points, while the difference between him and Fuuhaya was 60 points and 100 points.
This is the current situation, but they are still young, and no one can predict what the future will be like.
Having learned a lot of knowledge in advance, and therefore knowing that a sorcerer must practice some physical skills, Huihara Yu looked at Geto's determined look, and suddenly a strong impulse arose from the bottom of his heart.
He has decided that he will take Senior Getsu as his learning goal!
From today on, the person he admires most is Senior Getsu!
——Shizue had no idea that Geto Suguru’s initial comment on the fight between the two was also referring to her, Haibara Yu.
"Hey, Jay, I heard you say that your taijutsu is the best, right?" Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped and yelled at the two of them in dissatisfaction, looking particularly unconvinced.
"So do you want to join in the fight too?" Xia Yujie asked back.
"It's not impossible, Fuuhaya, how about a ceasefire first? You are also half a 'victim'. Let's beat him up together and then steal his donuts." Gojo Satoru raised a hand to his lips, leaned his upper body towards Fuuhaya Toru, and suggested excitedly.
"That's what I wanted." Feng Zaoche rolled up his sleeves again.
The three of them were fighting unconsciously, and the rookie Huihara Yu couldn't help but try to stop them from fighting, but he was also dragged in.
Fortunately, passers-by were not surprised. To them, it was common for middle school boys to get together to fight and steal things, and it was not worth mentioning.
…
"Why is it another villa, an accident-prone area?" Feng Zaoche had received several missions in the past few months, and all of them were to similar places without exception.
"According to what Window said, there should be the domain of this cursed spirit inside." Xia Yujie was still performing his duty of "assisting supervision" and read slowly, "This place had experienced a fire before, but the owners went abroad, traveled, and went to school. Fortunately, no one died."
"Could this house be the ancestral home? It's understandable that people are reluctant to part with the old house and have negative emotions about it. People who can afford to live here usually don't lack a place to live." Feng Zaoche looked at the dark and dilapidated building in front of him. From the few corners that hadn't been contaminated by dust and gray, he could make out its original appearance.
It must be magnificent and new as well.
"Not really. According to the records above, in the fire at that time, all the hired employees in the villa were burned to death without exception. There was not even a trace of struggle." Xia Yujie explained.
This story is taking a horrific turn.
Feng Zaoche turned aside and said, "Since it is a doubt that can be written down on paper, what is the truth that was later found out?"
"Someone in the house wanted to steal property, so he chose a day when the owner was not at home, drugged the others and tried to knock them out. When he escaped, he fought with the driver who came back, and both of them fainted. The fire must have been caused unintentionally. It may be that they kicked or bumped into each other accidentally during the fight. It is impossible to compare." Xia Yujie thought, "In short, the fire started from these two people, and the starting point determined by the investigation was also near them."
After knowing the whole story, Feng Zaoche had an idea in his mind. He no longer hesitated and was the first to push the door open and enter.
It was indeed a different kind of space inside. It wasn't pitch black, and I couldn't see where the light source was, but the scene was clear and my five senses were normal, without any abnormality.
He seemed to be in the master bedroom of this house.
Feng Zaoche had already lifted the quilt that had covered his body without him knowing when. He was just about to get up, get out of bed and put on his slippers. Before he had time to think about what to do next, a gust of wind so light that no one could ignore it brushed across his face, bringing him a pain like a steel knife scraping his bones.
The heavy curtain beside him, which was not suitable to be used as velvet cloth, suddenly moved to the side humbly, leaving a gap, and the sunlight rushed in. The corner of his eye just lightly touched it and he felt a stinging pain.
One should not look directly into the sun. This is one of the lessons that anyone would remember after making the corresponding attempt, but there will always be times when he accidentally glances at it and he has no recollection of any saying that looking directly into the sun will blind a person's eyes.
Feng Zaoche covered his left eye, and a line of blood flowed down from his palm like a tear mark.
When he realized that this action was ineffective, he let go of his hand. After making sure that his left eye had been "killed by the door opening" and he could no longer see, Feng Zaoche closed the curtains again. When he passed by the bathroom in the master bedroom, he hesitated for a moment, but still chose to go in and take a look at his current condition through the mirror.
He originally had black hair and black eyes, but now his left eye has turned green. There is nothing else except the bloodstain that is a little "eye-catching". If you look at a passerby on the street at this time, I am afraid that they will not think that he is blind in one eye. They will just think that he is wearing green contact lenses, and only one.
The corridor outside... the wind had already reacted, and this place should have restored the scene of the villa before the fire.
It was so quiet, not a single movement.
The others should have come in as well.
He knocked on every door and had to admit that he was the only one there.
It would be fine if it was just him, but the two first-year students would probably be worried that their plans had completely failed, and they would have to give up Gojo Satoru's promise to recommend him as a first-class sorcerer.
Feng Zaoche raised the corners of his lips in joy, but that smile was so inappropriate after all that he quickly put it away.
It’s okay if the person is gone, but what about the cursed spirit?
He went downstairs and confirmed that the rooftop door and the main entrance could not be opened. The windows were transparent but could not be opened. The scene outside was in full view, but it was not static, but maintained a normal flow. Whether it was the signs or the clothes of the passers-by, they were all familiar to Feng Zaoche.
It was as if he was being trapped here.
As he thought of this, another gust of wind blew by. Fengche had learned his lesson this time and was not going to just sit there and wait for death. When the light shone in the direction he was looking at, he squatted on the spot and jumped under the window frame, successfully getting rid of this "eye-lock attack".
But hiding like this forever is not a solution. Since he is not an orthodox sorcerer, compared with other sorcerers, his perception has never relied on the perception of cursed power, but on the vague intuition of human beings.
This is his disadvantage.
So far, this is the only enemy he has ever seen who is hostile to him and looks extremely threatening...
Feng Zaoche's eyes wandered around following the sunlight projected on the ground. Could it be that he had to play the role of "Hou Yi" this time?
Feng Zaoche seized the opportunity and took advantage of the light source's disappearance to try to smash the glass completely with the dagger he brought with him.
Thanks to the great fantasy background world, as long as there is power in his hands, these things that ten of him could not do before can finally be done by him alone.
Failed...
Not only that, he didn't even leave the slightest trace on it.
Feng Zaoche withdrew his hand angrily and put away the dagger. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at the sun in front of him.
Since this cursed spirit brought people to an isolated environment and initially used the blinding sunlight to intimidate the sorcerers who were trying to find a breakthrough, they discovered that there was actually no one here.
Disappointed, they must have turned back here, and what explanation is there after that...
Unless some of his classmates showed up, Feng Zaoche had no intention of going back to conduct another thorough search.
"If you want people's attention, I will watch you, so show up quickly and stop playing those little tricks." Feng Zaoche forced himself to fight against the gaze that he instinctively avoided, and a line of blood flowed down his right eye.
He could no longer see.
This is the only breakthrough. The consequences of losing both eyes and one of the five senses are different from what is mentioned in many light novels and comics. Feng Zaochue didn't feel that the other five senses of his body have been improved, but it is true that he has become more sensitive.
He raised his hand and slowly groped along the wall.
Wall, wall...it's still the wall. There seems to be wood here. Is it the window sill?
Feng Zaoche reached inside and his fingers suddenly paused.
Empty.
The empty space became larger and larger, until it was so large that it could hardly be ignored. Feng Zaoche was sure that it would be easy to squeeze in an adult male.
He groped his way up, put his feet on the window sill, paused for a second or two, then resolutely let go, and fell heavily down!
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.
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