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

2017年12月27日，晚上8点01分。

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This is the activity record of the people on your list in the past three days:

Files (200MB)

This is the intersection of their activity routes:

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There are three general managers, one from the Zenin family and one from the Kamo family.

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These are the important people they have come into contact with in the past three months:

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【Video】x 5 (1GB)

Gojo Satoru: Any other information?

Mingming: A special-grade cursed spirit [Shadow] that was observed and recorded by Window. According to the information, it was active in the suburbs of Tokyo three years ago and was later exorcised by the special-grade sorcerer Jiujuku Yuki.

Gojo Satoru: Nanami said that you were definitely not mistaken.

Mingming: I only provide information, and you judge the facts.

Gojo Satoru: There is one more thing. I need you to check on a person with sutures on his forehead.

Mingming: This is another price.

Gojo Satoru: OK.

Mingming: What are the specific characteristics?

Gojo Satoru: Only this.

Mingming: You have to pay more, the price is 900 million.

Gojo Satoru: Deal. The money will be deposited into your card.

Mingming: It’s a pleasure working with you.

.......

Mingming sent a lot of files and it will take some time to receive them.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the progress bar and saw that it would take another five minutes.

Really, why have I been busy saying hello to documents all day long?

If he looks at it a few more times, he'll get PTSD.

Gojo Satoru opened the address book and made an international call.

"Moshimoshi." Kujukuyuki's lively voice came: "I am the popular Kujukuyuki. Gojo-kun? How come you have time to call me? I heard that you are very worried because of Geto-kun's matter."

"I didn't realize you were so well-informed! Are you really abroad?"

"Master!" she cried, "Do you want to check your current roaming charges before asking me this? International calls are very expensive!"

"Okay, okay, let me ask you something." Gojo Satoru looked at the progress bar on his phone while speaking speakerphone: "Three years ago, did you exorcise a special-grade cursed spirit called Shadow?"

"That's what happened." Jiujiuyuki recalled: "Ah, yes, that's what happened."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru frowned, "Are you sure you exorcised it?"

"Are you questioning my strength?" Jiujiu Yuki said, "I did kill it! But..."

"This is quite strange... The people in the General Directorate rated that cursed spirit as special grade... but its strength is very low."

Very low intensity?

Gojo Satoru asked, "How low?"

"Probably less than level one."

"What did the Directorate say?"

"They said there might be a rating error."

A cursed spirit that was rated as special grade but turned out to be only level one in strength was still reported as special grade after being exorcised.

A few years later, it inexplicably reappeared, its strength doubled, and was used against top-grade sorcerers.

Gojo Satoru sighed, "What a thorough preparation."

Was the foreshadowing started years ago?

Just at this time, the file sent by Mingming had been downloaded.

He clicked on the pictures and turned the pages one by one.

Exchange of interests, transfer of funds, forming cliques, attacking each other, setting traps and pulling down others.

Every face was filled with infinite greed and desire for power, and every corner of the mouth and brow revealed shrewd calculations.

It's extremely annoying.

He nonchalantly clicked on another photo, which was a banquet hosted by so-called "upper class" people. There was a banner hanging on the podium in the center that read: xx Exchange Meeting.

After looking up and reminiscing for a moment, he remembered that he seemed to have been to this place before.

The old man at home was grumbling and kept clamoring to go out more often. It just so happened that the attendees of this exchange meeting were all very important partners of the Big Three, so he asked him to show up.

So Gojo Satoru really just showed up, unscrupulously mocked the old people from the Kamo family and the Zenin family, and then left with a swagger.

And it was at this banquet, at a Western dessert table, that a person was hidden beside someone who was having a face-to-face conversation, with only a seam line on his forehead showing.

Gojo Satoru fixed his eyes on that area and pointed his finger at it, magnifying it.

"Let's not talk about it for now. I have other things to do." Gojo Satoru interrupted Jiujiu Yuki's chattering: "Bye."

"Hey!" She complained dissatisfiedly: "After all, I am your senior. You ran away without caring about the information after asking for it. Isn't it too obvious that you are crossing the river and destroying the bridge?"

"Didn't you say that international phone calls are expensive?" Gojo Satoru said confidently, "I'm helping you save some money."

"If you really want to save me money, don't call me!"

"Thank you." Gojo Satoru hung up the phone decisively.

He opened Mingming's video, and among the multiple clips that were edited and connected together, there happened to be footage of the banquet.

A man in a kimono was holding a goblet and drinking alone in a corner where no one was paying attention.

The blood-red wine swayed in the glass, and under the ambiguous dim light in the corner, it added a bit of weirdness.

He lowered his head slightly, just covering his facial features, but the stitches on his forehead were clearly visible.

Although his facial expression could not be seen clearly, from his body language, one could tell that he seemed relaxed and casual, strolling leisurely in front of a group of celebrities and wealthy people.

Not a good person.

"Wow." Gojo Satoru tapped the screen twice and took a screenshot. "I didn't expect there really is such a person."

Once you set your goal, the rest will be easy.

Gojo Satoru first called poor Ichichi, who had already left work, and said, "Hello, Ichichi."

Ijichi's voice immediately tensed, and he responded tremblingly, "Gojo-san."

"Two months ago, I attended a banquet held at Sensō-ji Temple. Please help me find the list of attendees. Before nine o'clock."

"Before nine o'clock?" Yidizhi's voice rose slightly, then immediately dropped back down: "This may be a little difficult..."

"It's okay. I believe in your ability." Gojo Satoru said, "You won't let me down, will you?"

"The consequences of disappointing me will be serious, right?"

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel that Ijichi's aura had dropped.

Maybe he is now hugging a pile of documents tightly, looking up information with a sad face.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Never mind. I'll just bring him some dessert tomorrow to comfort him.

What kind of dessert does Yidizhi like to eat?

Truffle cake? Daifuku? Cyclone ice cream? Or wagashi?

Gojo Satoru smiled, stretched, and sent another message to Mingming: There will be a big move soon, so go out and avoid the limelight for a couple of days.

After arranging these things, Gojo Satoru called Geto Suguru again.

"Hey, Jay, what's wrong with you? You can't get out for so long? Are you stuck in the bathroom?"

"What?" Xia Youjie's voice was a little confused: "What are you stuck in the toilet for?"

"Didn't we agree to meet at the entrance of the college? Why haven't you come out yet?"

"Didn't we agree to meet at nine o'clock?" Xia Youjie said word by word, "It's only eight fifteen now!"

The appointment is at nine o'clock.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then said without any guilt: "It's all the same, come out quickly."

Xia Youjie sneered: "Wu, have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Now Gojo Satoru was really confused.

"Didn't you put a collar around my neck? Do you want me to carry the injured and unconscious Jie out to meet you?"

Gojo Satoru: “…I see.”

He really forgot.