As he was covered in blood and looked a little scary, in order to prevent passers-by who were unaware of the truth from calling the police, Fushiguro Megumi could only call Ijichi Takaaki to come and pick him up.

Putting down their phones, the three of them found a small alley where relatively few people passed by, leaned against the wall and looked at each other, falling into a strange silence.

Finally, Kugino Rose looked at Fushiguro Megumi, then looked at Itadori Yuji, and the two of them laughed for no apparent reason.

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but narrow her eyes a little, and a smile appeared in her green eyes.

Sometimes, the sense of humor of boys and girls is so unreasonable that it is incomprehensible.

Ijichi Takayoshi arrived very quickly. The listless office worker led the three of them into the territory of the Jujutsu High School.

Gojo Satoru is not in the technical high school.

Although it feels a bit surprising, but when I think about the fact that the target is Gojo Satoru, it seems not surprising at all.

However, Nanami Kento, who is also a senior, is still in high school, and the school clinic teacher Ienuri Shoko is also there. Although Gojo Satoru cannot be found, these two seniors also experienced the time when Geto Suguru was in high school.

Mr. Ieiri is more directly a classmate of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

The three entered the infirmary.

…

In July, during the height of summer, Shibuya was almost completely packed with people, and the unbearable heat permeated every corner of the street.

In a seldom visited cleaning tool display room, a monster invisible to ordinary people suddenly appeared here with a black-haired young man.

The young man's body was half wrapped in the monster's black and sticky power, his narrow fox eyes were quietly closed, and his black hair was obediently wetted by sweat on the sides of his face, which was different from the "Suguru Takeru" at any time.

He seems particularly obedient now.

Or rather.

Dead silence.

Whether it was the first, second, or third time he witnessed Gojo Satoru's death, or the death of other people, Geto Suguru had never shown such emotions.

But he seemed really tired now, with his eyes closed and nothing to do.

The cursed spirits screamed incoherent words and tones, with ferocious expressions, and their twelve blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the quiet young man. The cursed power surged and evaporated once again, just like their master, the murderous intent clung to the young man's body like a cancer attached to his bones.

As if to tear him to pieces and corrode him without leaving a single drop.

The young man let the cursed power cling to him. He felt cold fingers clinging to his neck again, felt his abdomen being forcefully pierced by a blunt object, heard the sound of flesh being torn and ripped, and felt the suffocation and pain that it brought.

But he was calm, he thought, this was the final outcome.

Born in an ordinary way, although there was a period of sensation in the middle, in the end, he could only die in obscurity in an unknown corner.

——Perhaps it will become a piece of curious information in the news.

Xia Yujie thought so.

His thoughts became much slower, but he still felt the blunt instrument being pulled out of his abdomen. The restraints on his neck tightened for a moment and then disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, a bright blue color was reflected in Xia Yujie's eyes.

It is enlightenment.

A vague idea came into his mind.

"Really? This is the only time I didn't die so hastily."

Due to excessive blood loss and extreme lack of oxygen in the brain, Geto Suguru fell forward uncontrollably the moment he lost support.

Gojo Satoru caught him, looked coldly in the direction where the cursed spirit was escaping with his six eyes, and held Geto Suguru in his arms.

He protected the person, and a whisper was carried away in the air by the wind.

"That's really worrying, Jay."

The cursed spirit ran away, and Gojo Satoru had no intention of chasing after it. After all, compared to his best friend, other things seemed not that important.

Gojo Satoru brought him back to the technical high school, where Family Whistle was chatting with the first-year students with his back to the gate.

"Jay...it's hard to imagine what he has been through." said Whistle.

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment when he entered the room, but Itadori Yuji quickly noticed him and raised his arms and waved them a few times, "Huh? Is Gojo teacher back?"

Following the little tiger's energetic voice, the others also turned their heads over here.

The first thing I saw was the human in Gojo Satoru's hand. When she saw the familiar face, she paused for a moment. "Satoru, have you finally thought it through and decided to give me Jay's body for dissection?"

"Huh? Is Mr. Getsuyu dead?!" Yuji Itadori exclaimed in shock.

"No, why would you think so?" Gojo Satoru decisively retorted, "Jie just fainted."

"Oh." Jia Ruxiao breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, and then made a disappointed sound. She held a cigarette in her mouth, "What a pity, I have wanted to dissect you two for a long time."

Just as she was about to light a cigarette, she caught a glimpse of pink hair out of the corner of her eye and suddenly realized something.

Spitting out the cigarette in disappointment, Jia Ru whistled and slapped the lighter onto the dissection table, "What's wrong with Jie?"

Gojo Satoru placed Geto on the dissecting table and threw the lighter onto the table, saying, "Ah, a special grade cursed spirit has appeared."

The implication is clear, but the message is equally vague.

What kind of cursed spirit is it, how did it appear, and why can't it be defeated? None of this information was revealed.

Jia Ru Shao Zi didn't want to force the question, she just frowned and said, "A special grade cursed spirit can hurt Jie like this."

She raised her hand and patted Xia Yujie in the reverse position, mocking him rudely, "You've changed, Wu and Jie."

The effect of the reversal procedure was extremely good. The wound on Xia Yujie's abdomen, which was almost as big as two fists, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The purple, almost black, pinch mark on his neck also gradually faded until it disappeared.

"Ah, it's not just a simple special curse after all." Gojo Satoru sat down on the stool, supporting his head and looking at Geto Suguru who was lying quietly on the bed.

"Open your eyes if you're awake, Jay."

As Gojo Satoru's voice came to an end, Kagome Geto's crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled a few times, and gradually opened to reveal the dark pupils inside.

He sat up and hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips and remained silent.