The trouble

After being at a loss, the three people sitting side by side finally made a phone call for help.

The window responsible for this incident also delivered some new information very effectively.

Several people who were missing in the yard were found dead in a horrible state, but the clerk who was missing at the beginning was not among them.

The store staff usually stay inside the store, and the accommodation provided by the store is on the second floor of the izakaya. After getting permission, Yuji Itadori went to the second floor first.

The floor of the room, which had not been entered for a long time, was covered with a thin layer of dust. But judging from the furnishings in the room, the owner of the room was a very strict and careful person.

After searching for a while, this mission made some progress.

"Excuse me."

Yuji Itadori said something in a low voice, he pushed open the window in the room and waved to Norose Kugizaki below.

The window faces the yard, and there are several potted plants on the protruding windowsill. The green leaves look very vibrant.

Fushiguro Megumi put his hand on his forehead and asked, "Did you find anything?"

The head with fluffy pink short hair was lowered into the potted plant in front of the window, as if looking for something.

"Found it!" Yuji Itadori raised his hand, "These flowers seem to be watered frequently."

Kugizaki No Rose said disdainfully: "This is not a discovery. Someone probably watered the place. It must have been the store owner who did it."

Yuji Itadori touched the leaves and felt that they were a little sticky. He told them what he had discovered one by one.

There is dust on the floor of the room, so it is impossible that someone entered the room and poured water on it.

Thinking of this, Yuji Itadori looked up. There was a half-story attic on top of the two-story building. The attic was very low, and the eaves stretched out a palm-width distance.

And this distance is just right if the "water" flows down from the eaves.

As the idea suddenly came to him, Yuji Itadori stretched out his hand and gestured to the people below, but soon frowned again.

He looked around the yard, finally settling on the exceptionally green lawn next to the toilet.

The lawn was trimmed very smoothly and formed into a flower bed, which was quite ornamental.

But it happens to be on the way to the toilet, so if it is convenient, you will choose to step over the lawn.

"Hey, Fushiguro." Yuji Itadori leaned forward and pointed at the lawn. "Go step on the lawn, just like you did under the bridge last time. There is something you have to do."

Just like what happened at the Eighty-Eight Bridge before, they needed to perform certain actions to attract the cursed spirit.

But this also means that the power of this cursed spirit may be closer to the special grade. After all, the cursed spirit encountered at the 88th Bridge had its own "territory".

Thinking of this, Yuji Itadori couldn't help but look forward to it. And looking at that expression, Megumi Fushiguro also thought of something. He walked to the front of the lawn and stepped on it slowly.

Behind him, Nagizaki No Rose held the hammer and nail tightly, ready to take action.

The moment he stepped on the ground, a cold breath hit him. Wet liquid dripped down beside him, and Yuji Itadori tensed up and then jumped down from the second-floor window.

The three of them stood side by side, looking at the cursed spirit that appeared on the roof, worried but also ready to strike.

The black tent slowly rose up, and after a long time, with the sound of a ceramic flowerpot falling from a high place and breaking, the first-level curse spirit was successfully removed.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yuji Itadori gave a relaxed smile. He first called the store owner and told him the good news.

The shop owner who hurried back was skeptical, but after hearing that the initial clerk was also found, he slumped his shoulders and sighed.

He thought that since he hadn't found the clerk yet, he would receive good news from him one day.

"It's good to find it, it's good to find it." The shop owner repeated in a low voice, "Now he can rest in peace..."

The middle-aged man who suddenly became decadent sat down with a tired look on his face. Seeing this, the pink-haired boy also sat down next to him, comforting him while patting his shoulder.

"My condolences."

The clerk who disappeared at the beginning was the cursed spirit who had been doing evil all along. Anyone who accidentally stepped on the lawn would be targeted by him.

Anyone who can grow flowers in that little space on the windowsill must be a plant lover. The neatly swept yard with pleasing plants is probably the one that the clerk is looking after.

Under Yuji Itadori's enthusiastic exhortation, the shop owner seemed relieved and tried to force a smile. At this moment, there was a knock on the half-closed wooden door.

The black-haired young man pushed open the door: "Sorry to bother you."

"Teacher..." Nagizaki No Rose said with dissatisfaction, "You are too late. And what is that in your hand? You actually!"

Zenin Hui was holding a small paper bag in her hand, and everyone could tell at a glance that it was a take-out bag for desserts from a very famous store.

The short-haired girl looked distressed. She said righteously, "Don't become an adult like Gojo-sensei. That would be terrible. Abandoning the suffering students to buy desserts or something—"

Yuji Itadori scratched the back of his head, smiled and said, "Well, it seems that Mr. Zenin doesn't like desserts. Did he bring it for Mr. Gojo?"

"Maybe this kind of person who appears to be introverted and serious actually loves desserts in private." Kugizaki Norose shook her head and put her hand on Itadori's shoulder.

After hearing this, Yuji Itadori was slightly stunned. He had not known Zenin Kei for long, but he subconsciously felt that he would not like desserts.

When seeing Fushiguro Megumi approaching with a blank expression, Itadori Yuji showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Because Zenin-sensei is really like Fushiguro."

This kind of resemblance is not that between relatives, but like a person, like the difference between an adult and a teenager.

Zenin Kei hummed and handed the paper bag in her hand to Yuji. The shop owner, who had hurried inside, came forward with a smile on his face.

"Is this the teacher? Thank you for your help. Your students have been a great help." The shop owner said as he handed over two bottles of wine. "This is our specialty wine. If you don't mind, please try it."

Kugizaki Norose was the first to step forward, but a hand was one step ahead of her. Zenin Kei put his hand in the middle, and his tone did not change significantly: "Thank you, boss, but minors are not allowed to drink."

Yuji Itadori nodded in agreement, and then whispered something into Fushiguro Megumi's ear. The shop owner, still smiling with narrowed eyes, stuffed two jugs of wine into the black-haired young man's arms.

"Then give it to the teacher. Thank you for your hard work."

Zenin Kei pursed his lips, with an expression that looked a bit helpless. Behind him, Kugizaki Norose and Itadori Yuji deliberately said "eh" loudly.

"As expected, he looks a lot like Fushiguro." Kugizaki No Rose nodded in agreement.

"As expected."

After letting out a sigh of relief, Zenin Hui did not refuse the boss's kindness: "Thank you."

This mission was finally completed successfully, but the follow-up reporting work still requires writing a report and submitting it.

Naturally, it was not the instructor's turn to write this article, although Zenin Hui did not help much throughout the process.

But another trouble arose.

The incident on the street was filmed and spread by someone with ulterior motives. Although the curse was not clearly captured in the video, it still caused quite a panic.

The person entering the country had a good-looking appearance and a calm expression, which attracted a lot of curiosity and onlookers. The camera happened to capture him turning around and facing the camera.

The top leaders of the sorcery world were already worried about the sudden appearance of a top-level sorcerer, and this incident now gave them a chance to hold him accountable.

However, because the situation was handled properly, the most he got was a few beatings. Zenin Kei sat on a chair with a stack of snacks and a cup of coffee on the low table in front of him.

The coffee was already halfway through, but the dessert remained untouched. As expected, the white-haired young man sitting on the other side of the table naturally grabbed two servings.

"If you ask me for help, I can help you deal with those troublesome guys." Gojo Satoru pinched the spoon with two fingers, with a smug smile on his face.

As the head of the Gojo family, those who came to cause trouble could not even enter the technical college.

The hand resting on the armrest moved, and then slowly flipped through the blank paper.

"No need, someone will come forward." Zenin Hui still kept his head down, his mood was very stable.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru put down what he was holding, propped his elbows on the low table, and leaned over to look. After taking off his sunglasses, the white-haired young man confirmed that there was not a single word on the black book.

So he stretched out his hand and snatched the book away domineeringly. After flipping it back and forth, he felt bored and returned it: "Does this wordless book that you read every day have any other meaning?"

Zenin Hui closed the script, patted his sleeves and stood up: "It says what you want to see."

There is nothing wrong with this explanation, because this thin script covers so much.

Although these settings impose many rules and regulations, it is precisely because of these records that the person "Zenin Kei" was established.

But he occasionally had a sense of familiarity, a familiar feeling that these plots were something he had experienced before, rather than being recorded in black and white and needing to be interpreted.

After packing up his things, Chanyuan Hui took the initiative to leave a message: "I'm going back to Chanyuan's house."

Gojo Satoru put his hand on his chin and did not stop him. Instead, he said meaningfully, "Apart from the Zenin family, is there anyone else you can trust like this?"

The young man with long black hair always keeps a distance from everyone. This fixed distance is not as simple as he cannot close it because he just met them.

It's as if he was brought up to be this cold and indifferent since childhood. But when I think of the style of the Zen family, this guess is not impossible.

Gojo Satoru looked at the figure walking away, and after some contemplation, he suddenly came up with a good idea. He raised his lips, stood up, and strode towards the playground.

"Yuhito..." The white-haired young man stood on the stairs, waved and said mysteriously, "I have a very important mission for you."

Yuji Itadori looked puzzled, but still walked over with the reluctant Megumi Fushiguro beside him.

After a moment, the pink-haired boy showed a fighting spirit: "Leave it to me!"