Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

2018:11 am, November 6, .

The winter morning sun shines on the intersection of the alley beside the road, stretching out a human shadow.

There is a rectangular stone brick path, drainage ditches on both sides, gray-green grass, brown rust on the iron railings in front of the windows, and a gap on the wooden curtain wall opposite the door that is larger than it was ten years ago. The branches and leaves of the shrubs growing on the other side emerge densely from the gap, swaying gently in the breeze.

I stood at the entrance of the alley and saw the cars coming and going on the opposite side. The sound of horns passed through one house after another and reached my ears.

Every evening, the residents living here sit together to enjoy dinner accompanied by such sounds.

This is the home where Megumi Fushiguro and Miki Tsuguro used to live.

This morning, Fushiguro Shigeru suddenly called me and asked me to come over here.

In front of the familiar door stood a man, also a familiar face.

He was tall and thin, with dark hair, a long face, a small moustache, a windbreaker that looked expensive, a beret of the same color, and an unlit cigar in his mouth. He looked more wealthy than he was ten years ago.

Kong Shiyu...why is he here?

I saw him take out a metal lighter from his pocket, lean slightly sideways, and when he was lighting the cigarette, he noticed me standing next to the steps.

"Miss, do we know each other?" He looked at me with a little doubt.

I shook my head and pointed to the door next to him: "I'm here to look for someone in this house."

"That's right." He held a cigar between his teeth and said vaguely, "I'm here to find him too, if he's still alive."

"Did Fushiguro Shigeru ask you to come?" I asked. "Did he tell me what he wanted you to do?"

"Fushiguro Shier?" Kong Shiyu laughed, "No no no, Miss, this person is definitely not Fushiguro Shier."

"Maybe you were abandoned by him many years ago and you feel resentful, so you came to him."

He took a drag on his cigar and blew out a smoke ring. "But he's been dead for many years, and I even collected his body, so this is probably some kind of ghostly prank."

"I have to remind you one more thing." Kong Shiyu said to me, "For a rich girl like you, there is no need to be obsessed with that guy."

Me: "..........Which eye of yours can tell that I'm obsessed with him? And if you really think it's a prank, why did you come here?"

Kong Shiyu ignored my first question and smiled, holding a cigar in his mouth. "I just happened to be passing by," he said. "If I really catch that guy, I will definitely beat him up."

At this moment, the door was opened.

Fushiguro Shier appeared at the door frame, folding his arms, with the iconic scar on the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Are you snails? Why are you so slow?"

I looked at the watch on my hand and muttered, "I'm only ten minutes late. What's there to complain about?"

As I was talking, I stared at the lock on the door that had obviously been violently damaged, and asked, "Does Megumi know that you broke into his house illegally?"

"Tsk." Fuguro Shier seemed to have heard a terrible joke, "What the hell is the law? What does it have to do with me going into my own house?"

"Strictly speaking, you have lost your basic human rights."

After all, no one would give a dead person the right to reside.

Kong Shiyu took a breath of cold air.

"Miss." He stared at Fukuguro Shier blankly without blinking, "Can you do me a small favor?"

"what?"

He calmly handed me the cigar in his hand, then took off his hat, and finally his expensive windbreaker.

"Thank you," he said, with an elegance that never goes out of style.

Then the next second, he fell straight down the stairs with the back of his head facing the ground.

The fall was very bad.

.........

*

Ten minutes later, in the living room of Fushiguro's house.

"So you're resurrected?" Kong Shiyu leaned on a single sofa chair, his badly injured left leg raised high on the footstool. He repeatedly confirmed in disbelief, "Are you really dead and alive again?"

"Isn't he suddenly reappearing after faking his death?" he asked. "Like the one in Sherlock."

I:"........"

Kong Shiyu, why are you obsessed with Sherlock Holmes...

"e on." Fushiguro Shigeki spoke something in English at an inappropriate time.

"You have dealt with magicians before, so don't act like an ignorant country bumpkin, okay?"

"No matter how experienced you are, you've never encountered such a scene before!" Kong Shiyu shouted, his eyes almost popping out of his head, "I buried your body with my own hands, okay!"

"A person who died so long ago is now alive..." He covered his chest, leaned back on the sofa, and took a deep breath. "You should be thankful that I don't have a heart disease!"

I now completely understand Gojo Satoru's reaction when he saw the fake Getsuyu. Compared to this person, he can even be said to have a strong psychological quality.

But put yourself in their shoes. If someone I've lost for a long time suddenly appears in front of me... my reaction probably wouldn't be any better.

"Are you still doing your old job?" asked Fushiguro Shige.

"I'm a detective now." Kong Shiyu curled his lips and said, "After you died, I changed my career."

I:"........"

I was wondering why that outfit looked so familiar, turns out he was cosplaying Sherlock Holmes!

"I say." Kong Shiyu rubbed his swollen knees and complained, "Why didn't anyone stop me when I fell just now? What?"

"Ah." Fushiguro Shiori said nonchalantly, "I'm afraid you'll feel like you're dreaming, so I'd like to wake you up."

"Then this lady." Kong Shiyu turned to me with a frown, "You should be a sorcerer, right?"

Maybe he wanted to ask me why I didn't help him.

I twitched my lips and said, "I thought you wanted to be dramatic."

Kong Shiyu: “….”

"So why did you call me here today?" I asked Fushiguro Jyouji, "Has the Amagaki Hoko been repaired?"

"Almost." Fushiguro Shinobu touched his chin, took out the Amagihoko, and said, "I've repaired it, but I haven't tested its effect."

I took down the floating Amagakiboko and handed it to Gojo Satoru, "Then you try it."

The sharp blade was aimed at one of the eyes of the square curse tool and stabbed down accurately and powerfully.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed...

Nothing happened.

A crack began to spread from the center of Amagakiboro to the surrounding areas, continuously expanding, and then completely collapsed.

It's completely broken.

Almost at the same time, the shared vision and hearing between Gojo Satoru and I disappeared, and he suddenly appeared in the living room, but his feet were still tied in place.

"Wow." Kong Shiyu covered his chest and said with difficulty, "Do all you sorcerers love to scare people so much? Can you consider the feelings of an ordinary person like me?"

But no one paid any attention to him.

"Wow." Gojo Satoru waved his hands, which were free to move, and said with a little surprise, "I didn't have much hope at first, but I didn't expect you to be so capable, Fushiguro Shini."

"Wait..." I pointed at the prison gate with a pessimistic look and said to Fushiguro Shier with a frown, "He still can't move his feet."

"Tsk." The blade of Tenseihoko was almost completely broken. Fushiguro Shige took up the handle and looked at it carefully. "Why are you in such a hurry? This time it's just a try."

"Come back in a few days." He said casually, "I think I'm sure I can completely handle this cursed tool."