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The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
Yuji Itadori stared at Gojo Satoru with his eyes wide open, and couldn't help but say, "Teacher, even if you want to kidnap someone, you wouldn't do that--"
Before he could finish his words, Gojo Satoru placed his big hand on his head and rubbed it hard, successfully making him hold back the second half of his sentence.
Gojo Satoru: "What do you think? Do you want to think about it?"
At this time, Suzumiya Kazuki was urgently revising the plot. Normally, Geto had been killed by his best friend a year ago, and this kind of knife used to engrave the perfect friendship between the protagonists would not play tricks such as resurrection or fake death.
If you die, you must die completely, that is the perfect white moonlight.
——The question is based on my many years of experience in directing passionate boys’ comics.
"I remember that Xia Yujie is dead and there is no evidence. Who is Gojo Satoru going to take me back to see?"
System: "...He is dead, but in a way he is not dead. I am more inclined to believe that you, the host, have touched his weak spot and he is about to fall."
This kind of plot of neither death nor life... Suzumiya Kazuki thought about what he had seen and couldn't help but twist his face for a moment.
Oh, this is not possible. Could it be that just like that pure love god of war, Gojo Satoru cursed Geto into a cursed spirit?
Thinking of the friendly attitude of the white-haired creature in front of him towards himself, a cursed spirit, Ryomiya felt that he had realized something.
He originally wanted to use Geto as a cover, and then take advantage of the opportunity that Gojo Satoru and Geto knew each other to propose to take them to get the notebook, and then create an accident and run away in the middle of the journey.
But he never expected that Gojo Satoru would be so determined to take him back.
Is it possible that the population of that school has become so small that they have to kidnap cursed spirits on the streets?
Fortunately, the conversation in his head was only a momentary one, and from the outside, he just lowered his head and pondered for a while.
The boy didn't seem to sense Gojo Satoru's aura, and asked with some alarm, "How do you know him?"
"Ah, he is my good friend and classmate." Gojo Satoru said lightly.
Suzumiya Kazuki: "That's impossible! You're already a teacher!"
He seemed to be in a state of confusion, with his head down, mumbling to himself in indecipherable words.
Yuji Itadori subconsciously assumed a fighting stance, fearing that the cursed spirit would suddenly lose control and attack.
Gojo Satoru looked at the strange reaction of the cursed spirit in front of him, and seemed to understand something. He raised his mouth and asked, "How old is the Kagome Jie you know?"
"He..." Suzumiya Kazuki opened his mouth but suddenly stopped.
"Or, how old should you be?"
Gojo Satoru let go of the Itadori and took a step towards Ryoumiya Kazuki. His 1.9-meter-tall height blocked the sunlight, leaving a shadow.
As if it finally realized that something was wrong, the cursed spirit in front of it suddenly raised its head, and its red eyes seemed to be filled with blood.
He uttered an unintelligible murmur, then turned and ran.
Yuji Itadori also moved subconsciously, but Gojo Satoru raised his hand to stop him: "Leave this matter to me."
He lifted the blindfold slightly, revealing his snow-blue eyes: "I want to see who is using Jay as a cover."
Although Ryoumiya Kazuki seemed to be frantically moving among the crowd, he did not forget to ask the system to put up a barrier for him in order to avoid destroying his passively added personality.
However, this secondary sleight of hand is only effective for ordinary people. Anyone who has any connection with the laws of the world can see him, regardless of whether he is a sorcerer or not.
"Why hasn't that guy caught up with us yet? System, get ready, we're going to retreat——"
Ryoumiya Kazuki had just finished talking to the system in his mind when his expression changed drastically the next second: "Wait a minute!"
He slammed on the brakes and saw two men in black standing in front of a shop in the crowd, talking to a man in strange clothes - it was Gin and Bourbon.
As luck would have it, Bourbon's eyes met his as soon as he raised his eyes.
The system immediately issued an alert: "Master Host, I can make up for your occasional plot failures, but now we are confronting two unequally powerful teams... If Gin and the others are accidentally injured by Gojo, then we will really have to say goodbye to the world together!"
Didn't notice the loophole of "now" mentioned by the system.
Seeing that Bourbon was moving in this direction, Suzumiya and Shu were completely overwhelmed.
"I know it without you telling me!" He gritted his teeth and turned around and ran in another direction without hesitation.
"...We are considering cooperating with you, but we hope you can show some sincerity." Gin just finished speaking when he noticed that Bourbon paused for a moment, and asked alertly, "What did you find?"
Bourbon said, "I think I saw Chivas just now? No, that's not right. It doesn't seem to be him. He just looks a bit like him."
Gin lit a cigarette and said, "He has a mission in Tokyo."
Bourbon frowned. "Why did he look like he was being chased by a dog and turned and ran away when he saw us? He didn't look like he was doing a mission. Instead, he looked like he was hiding from someone."
With Chivas's bad temper, even if they knew they were busy, they would probably come up and taunt us, but then turn around and run away, and I would always feel like something is wrong.
The man in the white robe interrupted them with a hoarse voice: "We in the Panxing Sect will never let down any of our partners."
Gin sneered: "Then let's make another deal at another time."
Seeing that the deal was not concluded, the man said anxiously: "We can add another 30 million!"
"Ah...it turns out that the Panxing Cult isn't wiped out yet?" A cold voice suddenly came from beside the three people.
Gojo Satoru followed behind Suzumiya Kazuhisa leisurely, wanting to see where this man would run to, but he didn't expect to run into the resurgent Pansei Cult.
——This scene is getting more and more interesting.
"Gojo Satoru!" The people from the Panxing Sect almost shouted themselves hoarse.
Without waiting for people to react, he pulled up his hood and plunged into the crowd like a fish seeing water, and slipped away without looking back.
Bourbon and Gin subconsciously put their hands on their waists and looked at the man in front of them with some caution. Although he did not make any other moves, the attitude of the Panxing believer just now had already shown that he had no good intentions.
They were two ordinary people. Although they had a strong murderous aura, they were not haunted by cursed spirits. They should not be important figures.
Gojo Satoru put his hands on his hips and looked at the two people. Then he suddenly waved his hand and turned away: "Ah, this is terrible, terrible. Next time if you carry a gun on the street, I will tell the police uncle."
Gin's face darkened instantly. He took out the gun from his pocket and pointed it at Gojo Satoru's back without hesitation. However, the next second, the tall man disappeared.
Bourbon stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. His light-colored hair shone with a faint golden glow under the refraction of the sunlight, and his expression became serious. "Is he from the other world?"
Gin put the gun back with a sour face, ignoring the look of ordinary people around him who were frightened and wanted to call the police, and said coldly: "Let's go find Panxingjiao and ask for clarification first!"
"Heh, sorcerer, I want to see if there is anything in the human body that is harder than a bullet."
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After this little episode, when Gojo Satoru went to track Ryoumiya Kazuki again, he discovered that the mysterious cursed spirit seemed to have melted into the air, leaving no trace, not even the debris that should have been left where the cursed spirit had passed.
The curse spirit is ultimately a curse caused by people's negative emotions. When it moves, it will inevitably leak its power, but it is basically impossible for it to leak anything under his six eyes. So there are only two possibilities. One is that someone deliberately helped it to eliminate the remnants in a short period of time after the curse spirit left. The other is that this curse spirit is not a curse spirit in the general concept, that is, it is not another special existence caused by human negative emotions.
"Disappeared...Interesting."
Thinking of how the cursed spirit changed direction and ran away as if it had seen a ghost when it saw the people of the Pansei Cult, Gojo Satoru suddenly grinned and said, "Jie...are you still alive?"
He picked up the phone and called Yuji Itadori: "Come on, Yuji? Go get me some edamame and cream-flavored daifuku, and remember to bring some cold noodles on the way. Oh, right, let's go back to school, there's work to do."
On the other hand, Ryomiya and Shuma, who had successfully diverted the trouble, took off their contact lenses without stopping and rushed all the way. With Chivas' extremely high professional level, they beat up the leader of the damn Autumn Swords Group and made him kneel on his hands and cry for money.
Only when he saw that 8 million yen had been successfully transferred into the account did he heave a sigh of relief and turn back to his consciousness space to find the system to settle the accounts.
Suzumiya Kazuki: "So what you said at the beginning about just following Conan's main storyline to gain energy turned out to be a lie?"
The system complained: "If you, the host, stay in Rice Flower honestly, it will be true."
Suzumiya Kazuki: Do I have to be restricted in my personal freedom if I want to take a vacation these days?
He chuckled and without hesitation asked the system: "Give me the rest of the plot."
And then... after watching the entire curse-rewinding timeline, Suzumiya Kazuki suddenly felt that there was no point in living.
"You told me this is called a hot-blooded youth comic?" He knocked in disbelief at a certain office worker whose half body had disappeared from the light screen and who was still saying "I'll leave the rest to you", and he almost vomited blood.
Are the protagonists the ones who are so hot-blooded? They are the audience members who were stabbed!
One second he thought that this guy named Nanami Kento was his best friend, and thought that he would have a chance to discuss "work is shit" with him. The next second he found that he was out of the game and died a miserable death.
The system was silent for a while and then said, "The energy you just received from contacting Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuji is 1%. Now you have collected a total of 22.3%."
"Don't talk to me about energy. Now that I'm alive, can I live well in my old age?" Ryomiya Kazuki calculated the places he could go in this world and found that he could only live a peaceful life by leaving Japan. However, if he left without permission before completing Conan's plot, he would be rejected by the world.
In other words, if he wants to live a healthy life, he not only has to avoid the plot killings on various film sets, but also has to accompany Conan in more than a thousand cases - more than that.
The system said cautiously: "Why don't we just not do it?"
Anyway, it is just a silicon-based creature. When its energy is exhausted, it will just fall into sleep.
Suzumiya Kazuki stared at the plot of Conan, which was so long that there was no end in sight, and said excitedly: "You said, if we meet a few more world protagonists at once, wouldn't that double the energy? Then I can expose the Black Organization earlier and shorten Conan's main storyline. It may be finished in half a year. Only need to work for half a year to take a lifetime vacation... doesn't seem to be a loss?"
The system was shocked: "Master Host! Calm down!"
Suzumiya Kazuki: "I'm very calm. Anyway, I will protect Conan and won't let him die. The rest of the Butterfly Effect world has nothing to say about it."
The more he thought about it, the more satisfied he became. He leaned back on the sofa and ate melon seeds. "Let me rest for a few days, then I'll think about how to kidnap Conan."
A light suddenly flashed across the system's forehead. It looked at the message that had just arrived in silence. For a moment, it was reluctant to tell the host who thought he could rest for a few days.
"Host..."
"What? Tell me."
The system choked up and said, "Anding said that he can no longer control his level. He needs to practice extreme cultivation. You need to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to work."
It asked tentatively: "Host, would you like to use a vest?"
Suzumiya Kazuki: ...
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