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

"Cursed spirits and humans have always been mutually dependent. Without reducing negative emotions, the process of the cursed spirit's birth came to an abrupt halt. It's hard for me not to think that this is a sign of some kind of disaster to come."

The blonde woman stood in the crowd and said in a stern tone: "Everyone, be prepared. Perhaps the end of mankind is about to come."

".......As for the North Pole, Kiri-chan and I will go there."

“I’m going to Antarctica….”

The night was cold. A melancholy sound in the silence sounded in the evening breeze, like a long violin nocturne, drifting endlessly over the courtyard.

"The book says that the South Pole and the North Pole are separated by a thousand meters, which is the farthest distance that two people can reach on Earth... Since I'm so powerful, send me to the most dangerous place, and things will be resolved faster."

"You must come back, and then I will come back alive to see you."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

This is an unfinished promise.

However, the person who was waiting for her ended up standing alone in the back mountain, and he didn't even have time to wait for a response.

"You think about Jie, think about Naoko, think about Yujin, you think about everyone, don't you think about me?"

"From the first time I met you until now, from beginning to end, I have never had the thought that it would be better if you had never appeared. Not even once."

"You are Lily, Suzuki Yuri," he said.

"I've decided not to go back." "No, you go home."

"........."

"If you go back, next time, maybe you will succeed."

This is a quarrel.

The eyes hidden in the mist suddenly lit up like two dazzling morning stars before dawn, burning with blue flames in the snow, but finally went out coldly in my arms.

The shadowy figures shuttled back and forth before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Every word spoken, facial expression, movement, tone of voice, friction and collision between body parts, the smell of the people nearby, the scene, environment, atmosphere of the conversation, and even the intention behind the chosen words, are all clearly and vividly displayed in my mind.

The lost memories finally came like flying snowflakes, one by one, filling in the last piece of the puzzle in the corner of the missing memories of the third round.

do not forget--

Behind these three words, it means you must go to the comic convention.

Ah, it turns out that I was the one who started it all.

I modified that sentence by picking up my phone and typing on the keyboard.

In order to prove that it was my own idea, I wrote a long essay of nearly a thousand words, and I deleted it word by word.

The fifth time I traveled through time and space...it was still my own will.

These things that were once discarded are also part of me, Yuri Suzuki.

The grievance of being doubted, rejected and resisted, the powerlessness to face the end of the world, the anger of watching everyone die, the despair of having everything important taken away, the dejection and rekindled fighting spirit, after disappearing for a long time, all seem to have been covered with a thick scab and no longer have the heart-wrenching pain.

When I touched it again, there was only a dull pain at the wound to remind me of what had happened.

My eyelashes trembled slightly, and I stretched out my hand, only to realize belatedly that the cold liquid left stains on my cheeks, which was also proof that I had been there.

When the last tear fell to the ground, the surrounding scene began to change drastically.

The darkness receded like the tide, bright lights were lined up one after another, the train rumbled past, and the crowd was noisy with laughter, shouting, and fighting, passing by in a bustling manner.

Such a familiar scene.

I looked up, and the first thing that caught my eye was the conspicuous sign hanging on the wall: Shibuya-Tokyo Station, Underground 5F.

"The train has arrived."

A mechanical female voice sounded, the glass door opened, and another wave of people poured into the already crowded corridor.

Shirts, suits, pleated skirts, hoodies, sweatpants, Catwoman, Superman, Samurai, Iron Man, Pumpkin Head, White Ghost, Doctor, Nurse, Werewolf, Vampire, all kinds of styles are available.

He was wearing a tattered sailor suit inside and a women's gown that was fashionable in the past outside. Standing among these people, he did not look out of place at all.

"Is it too late to get candy now?" people passing by were talking.

"Is the venue of the event over there?"

"I heard that the Halloween dessert set launched by that store today is very delicious. If you don't line up now, your share will probably be taken away soon."

Halloween.......? I turned around suddenly and saw the screen behind me, which read:

下一辆列车将于5分钟后的时间到达，2018年10月31日，19:30分。

Not far away, there was a man standing in the crowd.

He was wearing the jet-black uniform of a Jujutsu High School teacher. He was tall, with white hair sticking up, and was almost a head taller than the people around him.

The moment his eyes met mine, he raised his hand and slowly pulled away the veil covering his forehead, his pale blue eyes staring at me unreservedly.

"Wu." I raised the corners of my lips and walked towards Gojo Satoru. Although I felt confused about the passage of time, my heart was still filled with joy of seeing familiar people.

After walking about two steps, I stopped again, a little confused, at a distance of two or three meters.

Gojo Satoru's face was calm. He neither spoke nor moved, and no emotion could be seen - was he angry?

"Click" sound.

I saw Gojo Satoru take out a brown square box from his pocket, roll it lightly twice, and throw it at my feet.

"Prison Gate, start." I heard him say.

"ha--?"

No, no, what's going on? Is the person in front of me a fake one pretending to be Nozomi?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. It was him, Gojo Satoru himself, no doubt about it. I'm not so blind as to not be able to tell the difference. But he suddenly took out a prison gate and threw it in front of me. Why on earth did he do that?!

A prank? A joke? Or maybe you confused me with Ryoumen Sukuna.

"Wu, it's me." I swallowed my saliva and said calmly, "Stop it. If you do this, even I will be angry."

Did the one minute in my mind pass? Probably not, otherwise my hands and feet would have been tied up long ago.

No matter what, let’s get out of the attack range of Yumenjiang first.

As I was thinking this, I took a big step back a meter and heard him say, "It's been such a long time. Long time no see."

"lily."

In an instant, I opened my eyes wide, looked up at him, and my mind went blank.

Because of the inertia of the previous action, my body took a few steps back and was about to leave the four-meter range. At this moment, a slender and strong hand pressed against my back, and the other hand held my wrist without giving me a chance to refuse.

The cool black hair fell softly on my shoulders. Through the reflection on the glass screen, I saw Xia Youjie leaning over and standing behind me. He whispered, "Don't leave."

"Stay, Lily."

"Prison gate, close the door."

Two voices sounded at the same time.