Street Accident
The noisy sounds on the street did not disturb the man's deep thoughts at the intersection. The man with long black hair was half leaning against a roadside electric pole, scrolling through the screen of his mobile phone with one hand and resting the other hand on his waist.
Zenin Hui was reading a message from a student. The mission was to remove a first-level cursed spirit, but the key was that he couldn't find it at all.
"Don't you want to follow them?" 005 raised his head and looked around, squirming a little closer. "They are still here."
After replying to the message, Zenin Hui stretched out a hand and pulled 005 away, frowning and saying in disdain: "Are you curious? Why do you have to follow their ideas?"
He was not a normal person. He had a humanoid appearance, but there were traces of seams on his face and wrists. His long blue hair was tied loosely, and before turning the corner he looked back meaningfully.
That look seemed to say: Come on, hurry up. But in this situation, in a popular script, what happens next is not a good thing.
A cursed spirit that has the ability to think and is infinitely similar to humans must be at least a special grade. However, he did not show his intention to attack, but instead set an obvious trap.
Considering the dark vision at the beginning, it is hard not to suspect that there is more than one person. However, there is no record of such a powerful cursed spirit in the script.
There are too many discrepancies between the settings in the script and the settings of the world we live in today. This not only affects the judgment, but it has seriously deviated from the script.
To use professional terminology, this is too much private equipment.
On the phone screen, the other party was typing for a long time, and then sent a few words in a slow and steady manner.
【Fushiguro Megumi: How are you? 】
With an inconspicuous curve at the corner of his mouth, Zenin Hui closed his eyes and replied: [No problem.]
The situation over there didn't seem to be improving. While I had to praise the cursed spirit for being very good at hiding, I couldn't help but think of other things.
The reason why the cursed spirit with blue hair and stitches on his face was nearby was definitely not just a coincidence.
And if Fushiguro Megumi and others continue to investigate, they will surely discover this.
Just as I was distracted, a scream was heard from the street and the scene became chaotic.
Many people were running and hiding, looking terrified. At the center of the incident was a man in a suit with a beer belly, his face purple and his steps strange.
The man staggered forward, black liquid coming out of his mouth and nose. Although the man had an abnormally large beer belly, his arms and legs were exceptionally slender.
Just like a drunkard, he rushed into the crowd vomiting, while looking around for something with his white eyes.
But the vomit was all black and smelled bad, and it also made a crackling sound as if it was corroding the ground.
It was a human, but not quite. It was almost visibly that the man, who at first looked somewhat human, was rapidly changing into something inhuman.
Zenin Hui stood up straight, and pedestrians were running towards him. He could only avoid them while approaching the scene of the accident.
Negative emotions such as fear can breed "curses". Therefore, as a sorcerer, one must do everything possible to avoid letting ordinary people see anything wrong.
The black-haired young man did the opposite. While everyone was hurriedly trying to get out of the way, he calmly moved aside to avoid the passers-by and stood in front of the strange man.
As if he had found his target, the man twisted his increasingly huge body and slowly walked forward.
The swollen penis tore through the neatly ironed suit and shirt. The man in front of him had completely lost his human form. His increasingly fat face was vaguely visible, and his wide-open mouth uttered his last cry for help.
“Help…Help me…”
That was the desire for life, the eyes narrowed into a line, tears flowing out. That was the human part of him, crying out, asking for help.
Most of the people around had already run away, but there were still curious people gathered not far away, with their cell phone cameras pointed at the center of the incident.
Zenin Kei did not waver. He was almost certain at a glance that the man who had suddenly changed was probably just an ordinary person passing by.
It was as if an enemy in the dark was demonstrating to threaten him, capturing an ordinary person and turning him into what he is now.
"Help! Help me!"
As if the change had stopped, the man's voice became clearer, with a crying tone and full of fear.
The two hands that still vaguely resembled a human figure stretched out as if asking for help. It seemed to be saying: I can still be saved, quickly find a way to find the culprit -
But Zenin Kei remained unmoved. He did not even turn around to look for the culprit who must be hiding in the crowd, observing his reaction with a wicked smile.
He simply stretched out his hand, and as he clenched his hands, a black tent quickly rose up.
The ordinary people who were watching suddenly couldn't see anything, and they looked at the empty intersection with confusion.
"He was expelled." The real person said somewhat disappointedly, "He really didn't hesitate at all. Obviously, that guy could still be saved."
The blue-haired special-grade cursed spirit is a cursed spirit with self-thinking ability and consciousness. His name is Zhenren, and the curse he masters is the ability to distort the "soul".
By touching, the soul is changed, thereby changing the external things such as □□.
"You are so cold and indifferent, unlike a sorcerer." The man in the monk's robe said meaningfully, "Let's go. It seems that we need to prepare well before meeting him... Zenin Kei."
The real person shook his head, spread his hands, and raised a wicked smile: "Is it because he is just a stranger that you are unmoved? It seems that I have to choose a test subject carefully next time."
He was looking forward to it, but a look of despair appeared on his calm face.
The curse of unwilling death was like a pair of cold hands. As he asked, “Why don’t you save me?”, the hands tightly wrapped around the black-haired young man’s body.
Inside the tent, the inhuman creature still has a human "shape". He is conscious and aware of the pain he is enduring and that he is powerless to change the situation.
But the fear of death and the hatred towards the person in front of him made him unwillingly curse the person who had nothing to do with him.
"Why...it wasn't you who died..."
My breathing was stagnant for a moment, and as my eyes flashed, a similar scene seemed to appear. It seemed that some of the cursed energy in my body was drained away, but when I looked carefully, there was nothing wrong.
The curses of ordinary people are not very effective against the sorcerer. And the sorcerer cannot create curses, so such dying words have little impact on Zenin Kei.
But the heaviness he felt at that moment was real, as if something was secretly draining his magical power, causing the summoned jade dog to lose control and disappear for no reason.
The shadows beneath my feet are secretly "surge".
On the other side, a few people who were chatting happily were discussing something wrong while petting the white jade dog.
But the originally well-behaved white jade dog suddenly let out a howl and disappeared.
"Was it called back by its master?" Yuji Itadori speculated. He nagged and nagged, "Maybe he couldn't stand the fact that we were making no progress, so he called the Jade Dog back."
Fushiguro Megumi frowned, recalling the strange feeling just now: "It doesn't seem like... it seems to have disappeared suddenly."
Before being actively recalled, the White Jade Dog should have informed him. Perhaps because of the similarity of the techniques, Fushiguro Megumi always felt that he seemed to know those shikigami very well.
And the situation just now did seem like an "accident".
Hearing this, the other two also became worried. Considering what happened in the morning, Yuji Itadori slapped his knees and stood up: "Let's go take a look! I hope nothing unexpected happens."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. Fushiguro Megumi looked at the caller ID and raised her index finger to signal the other two to be silent.
Kugizaki Norose put her ear close to the call and heard a relatively calm voice on the other end of the line.
"You guys continue your investigation, I will report back to you later."
"Okay." Fushiguro Megumi nodded seriously, and then asked with some concern, "Um... Teacher, how are things going over there?"
"Nothing." Zenin Hui replied simply, the wind blowing in his face made his voice a little muffled, "See you later."
After hanging up the phone, Zenin Hui once again looked down. This time he was standing on the back of the nue, looking down from a high vantage point, looking for those "rats" that were hiding from the light.
It's a pity though, although those things are shameful to see, they are indeed very good at hiding, just like rats in the gutter.
The huge nue flapped its wings and cast a dark shadow on the ground as it flew high in the sky.
Ordinary people cannot see it, but sorcerers can feel the oppressive fluctuations of the cursed power.
Kento Nanami had just finished the task at hand. He held a cup of coffee in one hand and rubbed his nose with the other.
When he felt the familiar fluctuation of mana, he turned back subconsciously, and just then he saw Nue folding its wings and quickly turning into a pool of shadow.
The black-haired man walked towards me with a serious expression.
After taking another sip of coffee, Kento Nanami said something to the person next to him, then took the initiative to step forward.
Even if the technique is the same, the cursed power should be slightly different. However, the cursed power of the person in front of me is no different from that of the first-year student Megumi Fushiguro.
As a part-time worker, Nanami Kento has his own unique observation skills in some places. But when he saw that similar face, he turned a blind eye and pretended that he didn't find anything wrong.
After nodding, Zenin Kei called out the name of the person in front of him accurately: "Mr. Nanami."
"Just call me Nanami Kento." Nanami Kento put on his glasses, "How can I help you?"
The man in front of me looked very reliable, not because he had the tired look of a corporate slave, but because of his calm and reliable aura.
Zenin Hui simply organized his thoughts and then said, "I encountered an unrecorded special cursed spirit..."
After briefly describing the appearance and abilities of the cursed spirit, Nanami Kento, who originally looked tired, immediately became serious.
"Excuse me, did you see it with your own eyes?" Nanami Kento asked seriously, and after getting a positive answer, he immediately contacted other sorcerers nearby.
However, the "rat" who had been hiding for a long time was watching the people outside busying themselves with a gloating look in the dark.