He didn't look like this was a first offense, and it had probably been a while, and he didn't know how many people he had killed.

Thinking of this, the young man took off his hood and lowered his head slightly towards the direction of the house as a moment of silence for them.

After all, he couldn't do anything more, and he didn't even know who he was now.

Ji walked up to Gojo Satoru and poked his arm with his hand. After the man looked over, he gestured vigorously and said:

"What are you going to do with her?"

Gojo Satoru took a look, then lowered his head to look at his phone and answered casually, "Leave it to the assistant supervisor, and then do whatever you need to do."

He frowned, feeling that something was not quite right.

This matter...his intuition told him that the water was deep.

Even though he had lost his memory and didn't know much about cursed spirits, he was sure that this kind of thing was definitely not known to everyone.

How did this old woman know this? How did she manage to raise the cursed spirit?

But with his current knowledge, he couldn't answer this question for the time being, and he didn't understand how they did it.

So the young man just put aside the question in his mind for the time being and nodded.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, looked up at his hair with some interest, "Is your hair...natural?"

The young man’s hair was gray, but not as white as snow like his hair. Instead, it was white with a hint of gray, like... paint on the wall.

This kind of white made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if the original color had been taken away and only white was left.

So Gojo Satoru reached out to hook a strand of hair and said in disgust: "What an ugly color, how about I take you to dye it?"

"How about dyeing it red?"

spine:……

He glanced at Gojo Gochouten's white hair with a puzzled look on his face.

Don't you and I have the same hair color?

However, Gojo Satoru, who understood his intention, seemed to be insulted. He puffed up his cheeks unhappily and emphasized: "My hair is much better than yours! Have you ever seen such pure white hair?"

spine:……

Ji glanced at Gojo Satoru's hair, then tried to look at his own, but failed.

So he gave up decisively and nodded perfunctorily.

Then, Gojo Satoru tried to pull at his bandage again.

But before he touched the bandage, Ji frowned and turned his head to avoid his hand.

At the same time, Ji made a conclusion in his heart:

It seems that not only I can't touch it, but others can't touch it either.

When Gojo Satoru's hand was less than 10 centimeters away from the bandage, the familiar feeling of fear came over him again, so he turned his head and dodged the hand cleanly and neatly.

After his hand missed, Gojo Satoru did not continue to fight, but tilted his head and asked, "You don't want me to touch you?"

Thorn nodded.

Gojo Satoru approached him with a smile, not knowing what An was thinking, and asked: "Then can I know why you have a bandage on your face?"

Although he asked the question and didn't move his hands, the expression on his face didn't show that he would give up easily.

I guess if Jisa was lying, Gojo Satoru would be able to see it at a glance, and might even give him a fight or go back to investigate.

But unfortunately, Ji himself didn't know what was going on, and as for the investigation...

If Gojo Satoru could really find out something, he would actually welcome it.