Chapter 017: Jay Becomes a Policeman
Chidori, who noticed the sight, was very calm instead. He seemed to have no idea what Gojo Satoru was wondering about. He just tilted his head and smiled at him.
Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment and still did not mention the content of this mission. He looked at the information in deep thought.
Normally, this kind of mission would not be assigned to Gojo Satoru, because there are more cursed spirits that need Gojo Satoru to exorcise.
A first-level sorcerer is not worthy of Gojo Satoru's attack, but... the selfish motives of those rotten oranges may also be involved.
I want this man to die quickly, but I don't want to dirty my hands. It seems that this defector may have something interesting in his hands.
But he still thought that Geto would be excited and would refute. After all, to wipe out an ordinary person's life so easily and without reason was contrary to the righteousness he had always shown.
"Do I look like an impulsive person?" Chidori sighed helplessly. Gojo Satoru's gaze was too hot, so he still spoke.
Gojo Satoru nodded quickly, then shook his head. If Geto Suguru had acted impulsively, the Bandei Cult would not have stopped Gojo Satoru from taking action at that time, but when he was in that village, he also killed everyone without hesitation.
"Don't worry, I told you I won't interfere with your mission." Chidori laughed at him and didn't continue the topic.
After saying this, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, looking as if he wanted to close his eyes and concentrate on not being disturbed.
Gojo Satoru stared at him for a while, but didn't see anything, and a look of inexplicable anger crossed his mind.
Of course, Yijichi would not speak on his own initiative, but when he arrived at the destination, he still spoke up to remind them.
They currently do not have the exact location of the defected sorcerer and can only roughly locate his location through the [account].
However, with Gojo Satoru here, finding someone is actually the easiest step.
Gojo Satoru was the first to get off the car. This time he did not urge Chidori. After all, in his opinion, it was just a simple task that could be completed.
Find him first, and then decide whether to kill him or not. He came out today with the purpose of observing this Geto.
Gojo Satoru disappeared when Chidori got off the car. The technique is really useful. At least Chidori's teleportation has only been seen in movies, TV shows and novels.
However, this just gave him an opportunity.
He looked at Ichichi who also got off the bus, and smiled so gently that it made people shudder. He still wore glasses on his face and said softly to Ichichi: "Ichichi, I want to get more personal information about this sorcerer. Is that okay?"
Although it was a question, it didn't give Yiji the chance to refuse.
Ichichi felt a familiar blackness in front of his eyes and was silent for a while. Finally, he logged into his account and took out more detailed information.
Chidori of course knew that it was unusual to assign this mission to Gojo Satoru, so he thought that maybe Gojo Satoru would not be able to catch the opponent so quickly.
Rather, it is a question whether the information provided by the magic world is correct.
In just this short period of time, Chidori deeply realized the corruption and stupidity of the upper echelons of the magic world.
This is even more infuriating than those politicians who only know how to give orders and embezzle taxes, Chidori thought to herself as she quickly scanned the information.
He was a sorcerer who awakened to the art of sorcery when his family was harmed by a cursed spirit. He was then assigned to the Zenin family, one of the three great families of the Zen family. He gradually rose to the position of a first-class sorcerer, but was punished for killing a survivor during a mission. He was deemed to have deserted because he tried to evade punishment.
The information that Yidizhi retrieved was very detailed, including everything about the other person's life.
...Sure enough, the sorcerer is not in this area. According to the data about his cautious character and the previous pursuit route, he should be in the famous area on the left.
He returned the phone to Ijichi and said naturally that he was going to a nearby dessert shop, and waved the phone in his hand to indicate that he needed to contact someone.
Chidori's expression was extremely natural, and Ijichi didn't notice anything wrong. After all, he just mentioned a dessert shop or something.
Not long after, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared with a gloomy aura, and Ijichi suddenly felt that his career might be over.
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It was not difficult for Gojo Satoru to find Chidori. The Six Eyes could collect information about the infinite surroundings, but Gojo Satoru had intentionally controlled the range over the years.
But when he saw the scene in front of him, he stood where he was, staring at Chidori, half of whose body was covered in blood.
The black technical college uniform did not look dirty, but the large wet area and the strong smell of blood showed that he was seriously injured.
His bangs were not messy, his glasses were properly worn, and he even had a slight smile on his face. If it weren't for his school uniform, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was injured.
He pressed down on a man, slammed the handcuffs onto his hands, and said in a stern voice: "If you resist again, I will break your legs."
Although he was still smiling gently, he spoke cold and cruel words, and his hands did not relax at all.
An invisible sense of oppression arose, and the person who was still struggling stopped moving instantly, and his body was even shaking slightly.
"What did you do?"
Gojo Satoru spoke the first sentence. He did not move closer, but asked calmly.
It didn't take him long to find Chidori, and in that short time, this Geto Summer Oil easily broke through other people's defenses and made a first-level sorcerer fear him.
This is not something that an ordinary person can do. Could it be that Geto Suguru has the ability to make people obey him willingly, just like those people in the Genpanxing Cult who are inexplicably loyal to Geto Suguru.
Seeing that the person below didn't resist anymore, Chidori knew that this person wouldn't do anything else.
He was really lucky this time, the sorcerer's spell was auxiliary, his physical fitness was not worse than the sorcerer's, and with some speaking skills, this man who was on the verge of mental collapse after fleeing for many days naturally fell into a disadvantage.
"This person was simply pushed out by the Zen family to take the blame. It was an elder of the Zen family who killed the survivor."
Chidori spoke lightly about the words he had just extracted, but there was not much sympathy in his words, instead they were unusually calm.
Then he continued calmly: "But he also did a lot of dirty work for the Zen temple, smuggling murderous curses..."
"Is there anything else you want to do?" Chidori asked Gojo Satoru this time, with a smile on his face that seemed to be able to hide all his emotions.
Gojo Satoru paused. This person was a good opportunity for him to find fault with the three families. This time, he would definitely be able to catch a lot of people, and even get people from the Gojo family involved.
Gojo Satoru already knew what to do without Chidori telling him, so he shook his head to indicate that there was nothing to do.
Then Chidori called the police naturally, her voice soft and clear, describing where the criminal was, what crime he had committed, and what his characteristics were.
He looked down at the man for a while, and finally took out a hemp rope from somewhere and tied the man up tightly, then took off his handcuffs.
Tsk, it's stained with blood, which is really annoying.
Chidori turned and left, seemingly not wanting to even look at the person behind her, nor did she care whether Gojo Satoru would follow her.
"What you just did is not what the police would do." Gojo Satoru's voice was lazy and casual, as if he was just asking casually.
Chidori paused, his arms and waist were injured. Although the injury was not fatal, the pain was really annoying.
"...I have been an undercover agent before, so my methods and habits are bound to have some influence on me."
He forced himself to suppress those inappropriate negative emotions, raised his head, smiled and spoke slowly to Gojo Satoru.
Chidori didn't bring the doll that Yega Masamichi gave him. Who knows what's on the doll? In this world, no one can really trust anyone except himself.
Gojo Satoru, who usually appeared to be lively and casual in front of them, looked cold at this moment. The bandage covered half of his face, so his emotions could not be seen.
He walked towards Chidori, carrying with him a terrifying aura that was no longer suppressed. Chidori frowned slightly, and for some reason she stood still.
Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, and then... pinched Chidori's face. His gorgeous purple eyes were distorted, and his smile disappeared because of surprise.
"Your smile is so ugly," Gojo Satoru said coldly, but the strength of his hands did not decrease. "Jie, why do you want to take this path? There has never been absolute justice in this world, nor is there a truly fair law."
Chidori didn't know what he had done just now to make Gojo Satoru suddenly angry, but according to his understanding, Gojo Satoru would not let it go unless he explained clearly.
"Because laughing is the best way to hide your emotions, isn't Satoru also very skilled at it?" Chidori's smile faded, and he shook off Gojo Satoru's hand that was squeezing him.
In an organization where even the slightest expression would put him in the interrogation room, he could only use a smile to cover up any emotions that might be exposed.
Obviously, he just wanted to pretend at the beginning, but as time went by, maybe he couldn't take off this smile. Every time he subconsciously showed a smile that he thought was fake.
Why choose to take this seemingly impossible path?
"Wu, I know very well that there is no absolute justice in the world, no truly fair laws, but,"
Chidori took a step forward, and he smiled again, truly and madly shining with the light of his ideals.
"But so what? If not, I will change it, create it! I will not stop even if my body burns out." His eyes were blazing. "As for why, maybe it's the same as yours?"
Doesn't he know how difficult this road is? And doesn't Geto know how difficult it is to kill all the ordinary people and create a world of sorcerers?
Neither absolute justice nor the creation of a new world is likely to be possible.
Don't they know? No, they know better than anyone else.
Chidori smiled at Gojo Satoru: "Do you really want to figure this out? Satoru, you've never had a serious conversation with this world's Geto."
Gojo Satoru is not a person who would feel regret or remorse, but... that doesn't mean he doesn't care.
He lowered his eyes for a few seconds and then raised his head. His emotions quickly calmed down and he turned into a gentle young man with a smile.
Looking at the silent Gojo Satoru, he sighed silently. It was really hard to be cruel to him.
Finally, Chidori turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "We still have the opportunity to communicate and talk, so we must cherish it."
If you dwell on the past, you will forget the present, and will regret it after you lose it.
At least they can see each other again, but he himself cannot and has no right to see each other again.
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Chidori followed Gojo Satoru to complete the day's itinerary and tasks.
Without any classes scheduled, Gojo Satoru's day is filled with missions and arguments with higher-ups and family members. He even has only three hours to sleep.
When he returned to the technical high school in the night, Gojo Satoru had already waved goodbye, saying that he had a meeting to attend and otherwise those rotten oranges would be very annoying.
Chidori didn't say much and walked back to the dormitory slowly.
He took off the glasses he had worn for a day. For someone who doesn't usually wear glasses, it was really uncomfortable.
After a simple wash, he sat quietly on the bed, with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking about.
He knew that he still had things to do, but he also knew that as someone who came from another world, he couldn't be more than that.
With the information advantage, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru will certainly not fall into a passive position again.
So if I have to say, there is nothing more he can do.
His usually straight back was now somewhat hunched, his shoulder-length hair was disheveled, and his pair of purple eyes, as calm as stagnant water, stared blankly at the ground.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time. He was confused about what to do, couldn't see the road ahead, and had no clear ideas in his mind.
Rather, his thoughts had been unclear since that all-too-real dream.
It seemed as if the past, which he had thought was fine, now surged up in his mind, making him feel suffocated again as if someone was strangling him by the neck.
The blood on his hands, the corpses of his companions, every moment of being watched, the countless twisted beliefs...
It doesn’t matter, he told himself in his heart, since he has made the choice, there is no room for regret, it is better to think about the Geto Suguru in this world.
It doesn't matter the past, just the crime. Whether it's him or myself, we are all sinners.
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Gojo Satoru walked slowly on the street. It was already early morning and there was no one on the road except for the dim light of the street lamps.
He knew his destination very well. He turned two corners casually and knocked symbolically on the door of the inconspicuous little house in front of him.
As expected, there was no response, but the door seemed to be unlocked. He pushed it lightly and walked in naturally.
"Hey, if you don't sleep this late, you'll have dark circles under your eyes. Soon, the dark circles will be bigger than your eyes, Jay."
Gojo Satoru walked inside, opened the bedroom door, leaned against the door frame and looked at Geto Suguru who was staring at the computer screen.
There was no light on in the room. Xia Youjie was sitting there wearing his familiar five-stripe cassock. Only the computer in front of him, emitting a faint blue light, illuminated his not-so-spirited face.
"Our teacher Gojo hasn't rested, how dare I, a part-time worker, do that?" Xia Yujie stabbed back slowly, his voice very light.
Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Kagome who was in the dark room and casually turned on the light in the room. The sudden light made Geto Kagome squint his eyes subconsciously.
He was silent for a while, looking at Gojo Satoru who casually pulled a stool over and sat down, and even took the bread from the table very conveniently, and spoke coldly again: "Do you think this is your home? If you have anything, call me. Why are you looking for me?"
After all, they are now barely in a cooperative relationship, so there is no longer the tit-for-tat feeling as before, and they have been in contact and exchanging information during this period.
"I just had a fight with those idiots, and I almost know which ones are the pawns. It turns out that the top management has been infiltrated so deeply."
Gojo Satoru spoke in a deep voice, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood. It felt really bad to suddenly find that every corner was full of pests.
Xia Yujie looked him up and down, but didn't find any documents or anything like that.
He understood, turned off the computer, turned around and looked at Gojo Satoru lazily and said, "I came here because of him."
Xia Yujie's tone was firm, and it was obvious that he had already made up his mind and did not want Gojo Satoru to give an answer.
However, Gojo Satoru had previously been laissez-faire about his self in another world, and had no intention of delving into it further. But now he suddenly comes to him, it seems that something interesting happened today.
He was happy with this, and although he couldn't contact his family because of the [restraints], he could still gather intelligence.
A good cult frequently appeared in the news because the Panxing Cult became a charity organization in a short period of time and donated a lot of money.
He knew that his family members had definitely not disbanded and must have known that he was still alive, otherwise they would not have done such a thing.
The code words are different for different people, so apart from himself, the only one who knows it must be another self.
It seems that these two worlds are exactly the same except for the existence of cursed powers, spells and sorcery.
"...Jie, I don't think this will take too long. That guy wants to catch you, and you want to kill him, right?"
Gojo Satoru tossed the bread in his hand. The bread looked dry and had no nutrition. He didn't know how Geto Suguru managed to eat it. That was probably why he was so thin.
Gojo Satoru couldn't clearly explain what he wanted to know. Human curiosity is really hard to suppress.
Moreover, he was very curious about how the existence that could make the more mature and beat Geto Suguru change, and most importantly, why he came.
"No," said Xia Yujie softly. He looked at Gojo Satoru and said with a smile, "Don't you still have me? Satoru, you're going to kill me too. Have you forgotten?"
Kagome was also smiling at this moment, but unlike Chidori, that smile with lowered eyes had a condescending tone, hiding the deepest sarcasm, leaving only tenderness and kindness.
They all know that as long as their position remains the same, they will always be on opposite sides.
"After killing Nose, I will clean up a wave of high-level people," Gojo Satoru suddenly said, his voice unusually calm, "Some of my former students, sorcerers I have come into contact with, they will take over the positions.
Jay, I am not playing house either. I know that reform requires bloodshed, but that does not mean I have to become a tyrant."
He seemed to want to continue talking, but was interrupted by Xia Yujie: "That's enough."
The smile on Geto's face faded, and he looked at Gojo Satoru quietly. The man in front of him, who used to put his arm around his shoulder and say that they were the [strongest] team when they were teenagers, has now grown up a lot, and there is still a strange bandage wrapped around his face that does not affect his temperament at all.
"...Enough." Xia Yujie repeated it again in a murmur, then slowly lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Gojo Satoru.
Even though he hated this world, he did not hate the college and his past friends.
They just had a quarrel, and Xia Youjie didn't want them to really become someone who could only hate each other.
Since he has embarked on this path, he is not allowed to turn back. Xia Youjie has already cut off all his retreat routes.
Perhaps because he was afraid that Gojo Satoru would say something else, Geto Summer Oil sighed and then said slowly: "You want to know what happened to the other Geto Summer Oil and why he came, right?"
"Hey - you have a way." Gojo Satoru responded with a dragging voice, holding his head, as if he didn't feel what had just happened.
It was rare for Xia Yujie to show a sly smile. He was indeed very cautious. What he said and showed was to avoid revealing any information about himself.
However, an ordinary person who only has basic knowledge of spell theory certainly does not understand the magic of spells.
Moreover, the other party seemed to have no interest in Geto's spells and never asked much questions.
So the other party didn't know that a person's cursed power and blood can do a lot of things, and it just so happened that Geto Suguru himself had exactly the same blood and the other party's cursed power.
More importantly, no one knows what abilities the cursed spirits in the hands of Geto Suguru have.
However, Geto Suguru's cursed spirits were almost all consumed in the battle with Okkotsu Yuta, but in the past few days since he came out, he has been desperately storing up cursed spirits.
So he doesn't look very good now, and he can't even sleep. Those evil thoughts are like a curse ball soaked in a rag with vomit, and he can't get rid of them no matter how many times he tries.
Perhaps it was because he was also somewhat curious about the other self. After all, the guy knew everything about his past, but he only knew a rough outline of it.
So it's normal to go out of your way to look for related cursed spirits.
"Although I can't know everything about him, I can still recall the most impressive and frightening memories."
Xia Yujie leaned back in his chair, tilted his head and looked lazily at Gojo Satoru, waiting for his answer.
After all, secretly looking at other people's scars is not something a good person would do.
"Look." Gojo Satoru answered very quickly without any hesitation.
He is not a good person in the traditional sense, nor does he have such a high moral bottom line.
And after the existence of the Seam disappears, there will definitely be conflicts between them and this visitor from another world.
Gojo Satoru has his own ideas for reforming the world of sorcery, and Geto Suguru has his own ideals, but it is obvious that Geto Suguru does not agree with them.
They could no longer look down on Geto Suguru because he was just an ordinary person. He was more determined than they thought.
The answer was expected, and Geto Xiayou kept smiling. In fact, even if Gojo Satoru didn't come today, he was planning to use it in the next few days.
After all, he said he was going to kill him, and he was very, very serious.
In that case, there is no need to prepare anything. Four pairs of teddy bears with tears in their eyes slowly walked out of the darkness behind Geto Xia Yu and stood quietly beside Geto Xia Yu.
"It's a first-level cursed spirit born from a child's fear of a nightmare, and it tends to attack mentally." Xia Yujie introduced it casually, pricking his finger without leaving a trace, and blood dripped onto the teddy bear's eyes.
Gojo Satoru was watching quietly on the side. There was no need for Geto Kagome to explain anything, as his six eyes could see everything.
However, it has been a long time since I saw Jie introduce his newly collected cursed spirits to me like this.
The blood slowly covered the teddy bear's eyes, and the dirty teddy bear let out a strange and sad sob, which turned into tears the next second.
It was originally a mental attack on the people present, but no matter whether it was Suguru Kei or Gojo Satoru, they were not people who could be easily defeated, so the tear just fell to the ground, turned into bubbles, and broke lightly when it touched the two people.
Because of the blood and the cursed power of [Binding], what they saw was indeed the past of that Summer Oil Geto.
The first scene he saw was blood all over the place. The owner of the memory raised his blood-stained hands tremblingly, and slowly raised his head to look at the lifeless person lying on the ground not far away.
——The white hair was stained, and only the lifeless blue eyes were looking at him quietly. This was... Gojo Satoru.
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