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

When I woke up, it should be light, maybe early morning.

The window was half open and covered by white lace curtains, allowing only a little light to come in. It was not too dark, but not too glaring either.

There are shadows moving outside the window, branches swaying, and birds singing melodiously. A breeze blows in, the curtains sway gently, and the light fragrance of flowers floats in the room.

My nose moved and smelled an elegant fragrance, which seemed to be lilies.

It smells good.

Someone sat in front of my bed, tucked me in, picked up a newspaper, and read in a gentle voice:

"This morning, an old man came to the Metropolitan Police Department and reported that his home was broken into by criminals and his treasures that he had collected for many years were stolen. After the police went to the bedroom, they found that the criminal was a huge rat, foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground. It turned out that it had stolen a jar of pickled cabbage that had been pickled for more than ten years..."

The warm and magnetic voice read the news seriously, with an inexplicable sense of joy.

No, why would he read these?

He paused, turned a page, and read again:

"The woman's stewed beef was eaten by the neighbor's dog. In revenge, she climbed the window next door with her bare hands and tried to steal the dog food. When she was trying to escape, she was discovered by the dog and fell from the window in shock, breaking her leg..."

What is this? The love-hate relationship between a woman and a dog?

"........" The voice paused for a few seconds and turned two more pages.

"A drunk man got into a fight with a roadside electric pole, saying that the other party provoked him and that he was just acting in self-defense..."

I couldn't bear it any longer and opened my eyes.

"Do you want to make me die of laughter?" I looked at Xia Yujie and asked.

"you're awake?"

Xia Youjie stood up immediately. He came close to me, first opened my eyelids, and looked at me carefully.

Then he took out a pillow from the chair next to me and put it behind my back: "How do you feel? Do you want some water? Are you hungry? I'll cook some noodles for you. But noodles are relatively hard to digest..."

When did he become so talkative?

It's almost the same as when I was reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

I managed to sit up with his strength, feeling exhausted and powerless. "What the hell are you reading..."

I felt so uncomfortable listening to it that I didn't even have the energy to laugh.

"You really don't want to eat anything?" he asked again.

I shook my head. I really have no appetite at all now.

Seeing that I was staring at the newspaper in his hand, he shook the paper in his hand, sighed, and said helplessly: "This is a strange newspaper sent by Wu. It says that reading it more often will help stimulate your nerves and wake you up earlier."

It's really strange, but it's only something Gojo Satoru would do. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised even if he jumped in front of me wearing my skirt and dancing the cha-cha.

but.......

"Nervous stimulation?" I was stunned and looked at the surrounding environment.

This is not my bedroom, but it is not unfamiliar either. It is Glass's infirmary.

There was a vase on the bedside, with a bunch of lilies in it. The flowers had white petals, yellow stamens, and drops of morning dew on them. It was obvious that they had just been put there.

"This is from Nanami. He just came here, and when he saw that you were not awake, he left again."

Xia Youjie walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the sunlight outside came in. It was obviously no longer the day I went out on the mission.

"How long have I slept?"

Xia Yujie spread out the newspaper in his hand, and the date was clearly written next to the title: December 2017, 12.

Two whole days have passed since Nanami and I went on a mission to Kichijoji Sun Street.

“I slept for so long…”

I moved my hands and feet tentatively, and they were all still there, with no missing piece.

When I moved my muscles, I didn't feel any pain.

I twisted my neck and heard a crisp sound: "It doesn't hurt!"

A little happy.

Xia Yujie looked at me deeply and said, "Glass cured all the injuries."

"It's good to have a wet nurse." I exclaimed with a bit of surprise: "So as long as there's a breath left, they can be saved!"

"The premise is that you have that breath left." Xia Youjie took a deep breath and said, "You only have that breath left."

At that time, he was still sitting peacefully in Gojo Satoru's house when Ijichi suddenly called and said that something was wrong.

Only then did they realize that something went wrong during Xia Youjie's first mission.

When the attackers arrived, hundreds of cyborgs were trapped in the building and not a single one was released.

Nanami was lying on the ground, still conscious but with many injuries all over her body. She couldn't stand up and could only move with one hand.

He was crawling towards Xia Yujie.

The black and purple residue merged with her blood, flowed out from her back and spread all over the ground.

The palms, arms, shoulders, clavicle, chest, waist, abdomen, thighs, and ankles all had penetrating wounds from repeated stabbing and withdrawal. In the most serious one, one could even see broken bone fragments.

She just lay in front of him, her fox-like eyes closed. Her face, which was so lively and vivid in the morning, had lost its color and turned pale, like a piece of plain paper.

When Xia Youjie held her wrist, he could feel that her pulse was so weak that it was almost stopping.

For a moment, he thought he was back in the summer when he was eighteen years old, the day when Huihara Yu died, and the scene was exactly like this.

Fortunately, there was still a pulse, fortunately she was not dead.

Xia Yujie held her hand and felt deeply grateful.

Fortunately, Xia Yujie did not die.

He no longer has the ability to bear the death of anyone else.

Especially hers.

A guy who claims to be another version of himself in the world.

Ichichi half-knelt on the ground, grasping the dirt in despair: "It's all my fault, I should have realized something was wrong earlier..."

For fear of causing more harm by moving Kayou Jie, Gojo Satoru did not choose to take her away, but instead teleported to the high school to bring Ieori Nozomi with him.

Everyone present had an unpleasant look on their faces.

"If we had come a little later, she would have died." Nitro said calmly, "Luckily, she has a good body. She has more than 30 wounds, 5 of which are fatal, but she has managed to hold on until now."

Xia Youjie squatted down and picked up the person. At this time, the cursed jade fell from her hand to the ground.

Glass picked them up and counted them.

One, two, three.

Three curse jades and three special grade curse spirits.

"There are more than three special-grade cursed spirits." Gojo Satoru pulled off the bandage and looked around coldly: "Five special-grade cursed spirits have appeared here."

Five special-grade cursed spirits, a special-grade sorcerer and a first-grade sorcerer, well done.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Xia Yujie half covered his face and laughed out loud.

After he finished laughing, he said to Gojo Satoru, "Satoru, I want to kill a few people, will you stop me?"

He heard Gojo Satoru's calm voice: "No. It just so happens that my hands are itching too."